YES!! It is the same stream of life.
Where we have made our lives as broken hearts.
In the broad day light!
OH! My dear eye sight!
It’s time to use sunglasses.
Because, my gloomy lens is unable to see pure rays!
YES! I do surrender in following my own ways!
My broken thoughts doesn’t suit on my lips!
Because, without applying they are giving me pride and tips!
Was it really A SAME STREAM OF LIFE?
MY dear Tagore!
Remember, Tonight they will read you!
But, Tomorrow begins with same shore!!
(The poet is a freelancer. Views reflected by him in this poem are his own)
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