sometimes from underground -
and many times piercing
the rocks, it makes
the path, from
hills to
the flush land, it moves in helical
ways, the seeds of dream
waits often near the
embankment,
some get
the blessing of soft sun rays and
some get dry before reaching
to maturity, however the
continuation of life
remains as
usual
unaffected, moves towards the - -
confluence point of ocean,
without any regret and
certainly it makes
some green
territories
too - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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