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TIME
Durba Mitra

TIME
It flew in nanosecond
While delivering my son..
Also while sitting beside my Father's deathbed.
Curse of being the only child...
I could not reach on time when my mom died.
Now...I dream of the time of my only son to become a father..
But dread the time of my death...whether he will be there to hold me?
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