Glory To Dream
Our life is as like as clouds
it is ever changing its size and shape
each and every day.
Not only day but changing
moments to moments
in such a way.
depending upon the mood, emotion
it changes its destination.
In sorrows it is like fade petal of rose,
black in morose.
It may change its shape
like flexible tape.
It may as big as the ocean
with sacrifice, dedication
and the compassion.
May as little as a tiny particle
with the hate and fanaticism.
love and compassion is the pink
its ray glory to
dream.
Copyright © Sanjay Karmakar | Year Posted 2020
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