Jigsaw
each and every situations in life
happiness sorrow pain and strife
forget slowly with the force of time
but few of them stands as prime
where’s the rhythm? Oh! The life
want to play a perfect fife
feel in self through the throng
of all ups and downs with bong
though many of them are not traced
but with few jigsaws are embraced
Copyright © Bl Devnath | Year Posted 2015
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