Might have been trying to get lost in the dust or something
. The hearts of the mind will be burning
waiting for another opportunity.
These blisters that are visible on the soles provoke
me.
The bulging veins of the calves
satire on me.
The wrinkles of a youth lying on the face
swear.
Whatever happens now, it is certain - I have to overcome my
apprehensions, resonating
in the chest of stones, singing the song of victory once in those familiar paths - in which I have lost.
Change this parameter of my progress or progress, you
I am still unsure of it.
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Priyabrataa Ganguly
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