Memory gushes in
To paint the feelings wet
Yet, mostly I face upwards
to sing, I do, I do
In gentle pass
and thinking more,
You trob me
pressing thy heart
Nothing volumnous
to the stormy days, here; but
to wait, and
to die in raining clouds
To return, and
then again
to Begin!
Inspiration: Kanchan Bhattacharya Ji
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