When youth, untrained, did chase a fleeting flame,
And hoped that fortune's hand would crown his love,
Yet study half-done, he found no lasting claim,
And counsel harsh as stone fell from above.
The maiden, swayed by father's prudent word,
Did slowly from his longing arms defer;
No storm nor anger, only silence heard,
As rivers shift and leave the banked her.
He wandered far, through nights of toil and page,
Till labor bore him fruit, and honor came;
Yet she, once loved, was wed to youthful rage,
A life of shattered dreams, and fleeting name.
At last she called, but he, serene, replied:
'The heart, led by folly, now is steered, tried.'
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@January15,2026.
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