still pulls the heart, tho' I've
returned back from all
around the world,
somewhere
the soft
affinity doesn't allow me to shift in -
any beautiful place, the shared
vision has its own charm,
tho' several times
I've awaken
from the
deep sleep, the life is alike the wet
clay, molds itself accordingly
the time, tho' potter's
wheel remains
in hands
of destiny, we haven't any control -
except to proceed towards
the unseen destination.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
