BIBHAKAR DUTTA (02-04-1987 / Malda, West Bengal, India)
Standing at the mid of city street,
I bethought myself as a king of my own kingdom
forgetting sorrows of daily life.
I was lost in an another world
standing by the footpath,
you may call it a harborage of mobs,
or a busy park.
Now, I took a step towards my home,
but I enjoyed the walk perceiving
a different mood in that warm winter afternoon.
So, I say, 'You may have tried many times your luck,
sometimes you've got a lot, or sometimes you lose,
but do pass a moment that refreshes your breath,
and makes you a smart'.
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