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when a midnight's thought
evaporates before the first ray of sun,
the failed resolutions
wait for the dusk to germinate again,
only to go astray,
the process of refurbishing the self,
does not move beyond a prologue of half-heartedness,
seeing and finding the loved ones
in the faces of unknown people
in the journey of life,
being a small good samaritan of love and compassion,
for them,
takes lives closer to the sanctum
or the repository of peace.
the cacophonies of life,
now left little behind!

Kamakhya 

Image Credit: Google
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7 comments

  1. thelonelyauthorblog · December 17

    Lovely write

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Infinite Living · December 17

    Beautiful as always!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Thank you Pragalbha for your inspiring words ! Happy times!

    Like

  4. Sumi Nath · December 20

    So true!

    Liked by 1 person

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