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My Dear Red Queen
My dear red Queen:
Pretty well, looking good;
Cause of my eyes rain;
Cause of a grim pain.
Yet much happier made me,
Gave her precious presence;
Offered love deep as sea,
Prescribed the name of her
In the core of my heart:
Seems to live here forever,
Bodily not, but may as in the air.
© Mitramoy Mahato