Dear Preterit,

Thirty years later from the old age home,The ink of the pen has dripped on the pages of the diary of life.
Leisure time!was I’m really solitary that day! So, the light of deep plowing has touched the penetrating courtyard, Where the underlying garniture is the archeology of outcast

Perhaps the slightest change cannot be detected erelong,However,for the purpose of indestructible living, it is infinitely pervasive and perishable.

You, too, didn’t perceived the transfer and even in the range, from gaining his unwavering confidence. One of the few indestructible dissimilation that can be met is the evolution of some movement, where laid down in the epitome of beauty and demise leaves.In the abyss only migratory character are out of the way of it’s passage

The shadow of the one who is assured comes down in the pursuit of the eternal loneliness of life. Sporadically,Now the flowering trees is filled with the smell of the baneful season; The metaphor of the past standing in the distance is no more, only compassion of emptiness is advancing in its path.

There was more to say but the words are dumb for now….

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury