The Extraordinary
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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He lives life in his whim
No light flashes on him
Unhassled and free
He in his own way is happy.
He doesn't mind his way
Doesn't worry what he's to say
His mind is aimless as is his thought
He's not troubled for what he is not.
It isn't that the sun doesn't please him
The moon doesn't bring him the dream
He drinks them without getting dizzy
They pour in smooth and easy.
Beyond avarice and greed
He walks life unnoticed
A familiar face you pass by
He is just an ordinary guy.
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