Many dreams fade away.
Soil reeks when sun-baked too long.
Humans feel lonely,
yet they can connect,
embracing Earth's warmth.
A person walks on,
transcending youth,
beyond adolescence...
A mother once grasped his hand, saying,
'There's still time; you alone can save this Earth.'
Who is he?
For whom does Earth wait?
After weary days, sleep beckons,
yet silent dreams linger.
— Sanjib Saha
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