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23rd November, 2009 Chilly November morning, a ma

23rd November, 2009 Chilly November morning, a man waiting outside. Glows OT neon. Twenty minutes - that was it- but each passed as an aeon. Standing lonely amidst the crowd opened the OT door Firmer did his cold feet dig Into the stony floor. Then came an angel without wings a princess without crown The lonesome man then painted red He painted up the town. No diamond tiara, no glove or wand Still a princess she's to me The first one ever ,who called me "Baba" To bring me utmost glee. ©Kaushik Ghosh #for_Rishita
23rd November, 2009 Chilly November morning, a man waiting outside. Glows OT neon. Twenty minutes - that was it- but each passed as an aeon. Standing lonely amidst the crowd opened the OT door Firmer did his cold feet dig Into the stony floor. Then came an angel without wings a princess without crown The lonesome man then painted red He painted up the town. No diamond tiara, no glove or wand Still a princess she's to me The first one ever ,who called me "Baba" To bring me utmost glee. ©Kaushik Ghosh #for_Rishita
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