Even a lungful blow of life
Moves from leaf to leaves,
A trembling wish always
Pushes a person from soil to sun,
Birds never stop singing
To fly from fire to fog,
Who makes a shadow—
On its own,
Without a beam of bright light;
You! the poet, look forward,
Walk for peace and love,
With a sense of
betterment of mankind,
But never think the thousand petals
Spread on the floor,
I know the thrust of your heart,
You are free for the ocean,
And never close the pleasing door.
***-Sanjibsaha Aniketa
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