Churning is always immortal on the path to eternity, yet the neologism of the lover is moving towards the intact.Approximately nothing is ever intended but the journey towards the endangered sculpture is inevitable of course,The inexhaustible form whispers of confusion does not return in the preterite of spatialization.Oh earth, I know I am not your rebellious child but I have learned to fill the void in the face of aggression. If faith germinates next to the grave, oh light, I’m waiting for your ways to rid of the heart. In the deepest path, let the last leaf, which touches the soul and the tenderness of enkindled, be carried far and wide.

Reminds the ataraxic mind of the flag of enlightened consciousness,Where the melody of the sea became met at the end of the road. Meanwhile the future of love has touched the beautiful love poesy, Wake up, O wanderer, today is the day of abandonment behind you. Either take back some of the past evanescence in the obsession of your happiness. Straits, rarely will he be humble in the midst of some vision that day

Maybe that’s why it’s time to return after a submerged debut. hey Aphrodite, Let’s cross the horizon with desire of sin. Now, there is no immigration to see the moon of incapacity,Only in the last poem to pay homage to the parasitic generation of cycle.

©Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury