Value

Nov 16, 2022

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By Indratapa Routh

Remember when we met at the winter market?

You leaped at me like I was lottery

Now you spend me out like I'm currency.

My heart still regards yours as the kohinoor!

All I wanted was to keep

All you wanted was to use.

By Indratapa Routh

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