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| Jaydeep Sarangi |
- Jaydeep Sarangi
In the shadow of the evening, standing
Beside a brook, it pokes. Counting pauses.
It moves, takes speed with time
The breeze of acts takes it up.
It’s the reflection
We have in mind in the setting sun of life. It grows
Within. A responsibility on the back. Heavy with sighs.
It has so many stories to share, beside each other
When the wind is gone, Life is a green tree.
Friendship is that blessed morning when you get up,
Sprout of wisdom. There comes the king on a chariot of hope
Behind the moments recollected in silence.
A sweet home, a sweet hour of the day.
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