No, not traversed a thousand of years
on streets of Srawasti or Vaishali,
rather feel easy to commute for livelihood
in local trains daily.
Thousand faces make a collage
before my eyes visually;
on a flash, a pair of sharp deep eyes
pierce at me occasionally.
Unknown usual that face gets into
my hobby-search unknowingly:
boarding local, after a casual holiday
comes a whisper "Where had you been yesterday?"
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Shyamal Mukhopadhyay
Member Since: 03 Mar, 2016
a professional in finance but passionate to poetic expressions.participant in national and overseas anthology.few awards in stock....
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