Musing 139 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 139
Words flying fast in the air
Or under the watery shafts
Or roaming free in confines
Can not point out our true destiny
Towards the light delivering precious.
They are like bubbles of the sea waves
Being fizzled out in the human bay by night.
Our maiden stride on surface upwards
Became mightier by the bricks of letters
By which the temple of civilization is stoutly built.
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