I didn't loose the way
but I found new paths..
Thoughts have become keen
And choices are more favourite.
Thousands of anchor
has been built in my heart!
They tear my veins.
Rhythem came alive everyday..
Struggle with existence ,
Struggle with egotism
And
Convincing thought made me determined..
But still a cold stream flows..
In a depressed afternoon,
Irreguler wind reminds me my existance...
- Author: Sanjib Banerjee ( Offline)
- Published: March 18th, 2018 23:42
- Category: Unclassified
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