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kaka, the milkman, left
without informing;
chacha, the baker, went
without a bye;
payal,watered gardens,
swept clean housing societies,
has gone;
dearest grandma lighted a diya,
stepped aside with none beside;
walking the Maidan, my friend,
turned to his school,
enquired of class teacher Dubey.
"gone," said a careless tone;
went to College for Fr. Turmes.
the principal stared like the dead,
said Fr. Turmes was dead.
lovable fixtures over years,
parts of a long ago.