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Author: Lipika Ghosh

Lipika GhoshNovember 21, 2017

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Sad

written by: Lipika Ghosh

Do not wait for me
If I won't come back
It's a non ending journey
I am in my way.

Do not wait for me
If I won't return
winter knocking at the door
lengthy melancholic three months.

Do not wait for me
If I won't remember
You know spring will come
May be I won't be there.

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Lipika Ghosh

Contemporary poet and short story writer in regional language Bengali. Active period from 1995 to present. Written five books, collections of Bengali poems. Supporting humanity, supporting to save greenery.

Latest posts by Lipika Ghosh (see all)

Unfinished - January 12, 2018
Breakup - December 19, 2017
Sad - November 21, 2017

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