I moved a little. Desire to vennture great distances
Within the humane reathings. But I fail. A small day of limited hours
Get immersed with the metallic sounds of a chisel
No matter what distance I traverse-love rings out. Aarati Azaan
Tender moderation of blissful conversation
I dream for forgetting the chisel, its chipping, the artistry
And beneath the boundless emanation of dwon, day after day
I listen to the
Self composed sounds Thuk.......Thuk........Thuk.........Thuk.....
CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
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