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Comments about Nilanjan Bhattacharya
Little Life I Lead
Is weary and winding.
More were the questions,
Than were the finding.
More I thought,
More tired I became.
Very Hard I worked,
But result were same.
No puzzle more fascinating,
Than my own life I found.
I was trying to find an end to start,
But the Cursed Life was all round.
The smiling Sun was peeping,
Through the dark cloud, amidst the heavy rain.
Who said it was virtue of man,
To stand Stoic and bear the slings of Pain.
Is it a choice or helplessness,
That makes a man a silent bearer of all kinds of pains.
Still in ...