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Then it's branches consoles me with soft murmur, And the trunk comforts with usual pantomime, Not to shower dirty curses on my exterminator, Who has taken all, those were supposed to be mine; But to praise him for offering life’s unfinished phrase. And to request him again for remaining golden days. Swapan Kumar Rakshit: He is an Indian poet who lives in Bankura, West Bengal. He teaches physics for his 358