Palas Kumar Ray
All what you search maybe
one or two saplings
then young, now old
grown much taller
in a dream
All what you search
a few fragments of old roots.
But I can assume, in the end
what you may gather in your hand
when everything make you feel
you are a stranger.
Maybe the next flight
which you choose
to go back, to go back
to your present forever.
© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.
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