The Cotyledon-News
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Pallab Chaudhury
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While in sleep
Under the seed-coat,
I was fine.
All the dream of getting healthy soil, fertile land
And the love of photon remained hidden.
Someone came playfully and spreaded
The bewitching fog…
The moisture…
Hence, the sprout...
I know, if it dries out-
There'd be no plant- no flowering bud-
It's the demise of all hopes of life.
So, hundreds of thoughts…
And looking so woebegone!
Dated: 09-09-2017.
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