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PIJUS SARKAR

Romance Tragedy

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PIJUS SARKAR

Romance Tragedy

Trial Balance

Trial Balance

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You're always offered me 

So many Fresh and Calm Morning 

You're always offered me 

So many Starring Nights.

Your Deep Black Eyes 

Always lead me to the Ocean.

You're offered me heirs 

Like the glowing Pole Star.

Your cooking foods

Are too much tasty for my tongue.

Your Offering Heart 

Is melted My mind easily.


I can't offered you 

Smooth and harmless life.

 The policy of Insurance rather installed 

Before Our marriage life.

My attention is always on costing

Over beams and Tie-beam.

I'm afraid wheather My life 

Leads to mirage of the Desert.



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