Towering waves, I twirled with grace, Each fierce storm, a fleeting embrace,Sang melody to the gulls, carefree, Flirted along fishes silver and glee.To wind’s might, my sails aligned,Salt and Sun in  journey intertwined,Forces then I braved, as a child’s play,Those memories now softly sway.Old and abandoned is today’s reality,Time is relentless in its truth or cruelty, To kings and paupers, its march unkind, In its silent hands, all destinies entwi...

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Suman Deb Ray

blogs from Kolkata and Doha