Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Exactly


No ifs and buts and frets on time gone astray
We were exactly where supposed to be each day.

We were exactly at the right place with right face
Not drifting around but knocking the right address.

No ifs and buts and frets deeming years as waste
We were exactly on the right track doing our best.

We were exactly picking of all the choices the choice
Not straying but staying to listen to our inner voice.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2014

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