Jibanananda Das, Orange

When this body lets me go
Will I never find my way back?
I wish to return
On a cold winter night
In the wilted flesh
of a cold piece of orange
Lurking in a familiar corner
of the morbid bed.

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Jibanananda Das, Orange

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