Comments about Priyanka Bhowmick
The Old Man Sitting
Passing everyday through the plains,
I see a old man sitting,
Over the bench he sits,
with a stick in his hand and a ball on the other.
Know not what he thinks,
may be of some tragedy or may be some good memories.
A moment he sings, a moment he cries.
A moment he laughs thinking something nice.
And what's that ball for?