Kalyan Chatterjee - Farewell

It’s the last time when I dare
To cradle your image in my mind,
To wake a dream by my heart, bare,
With exultation, shy and air,
To cur your love that left behind.
The years run promptly; their fire
Changes the world, and me and you
For me, you are now attired
In dark of vaults over then died,
For you—your friend extinguished too.
My dear, so sweet and distant,
Take farewell from my heart.

Kalyan Chatterjee

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