Pradip Chattopadhyay (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)
Through Nights of Thunder
A few moments and then snap
None is there in the gallery to clap
Yet be on the road, the job is not done
You are still left with a long way to run.
Through nights of thunder and days of fire
You may slow down, the body may tire
But get up and go soon, the job is not done
Something is always left, you must run.
The merciless time is so fast ticking away
The path often elusive, your mind may sway
You can't afford to pause, with so much undone
You have to get going, cannot end the run.
You are the master, you fired the shot
You and your dream, they're all you got
So little is covered, still much to be done
You must go on, there's a long way to run.
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