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Not waiting for reply did I proceed and holding you
By your arms started my march
Some limping moments
Sneered my voyage

Centuries ago was planted a sapling of rage and odorous angst
Was my ship sailing in the air or on the ice
Knew I not
Scary faces of lost time

Frowned at my dark visage
Thousands of questions
Hurdled my way
I was not to answer

I was a vagabond
Nor a living ghost
I had put your body
On my shoulders

King’s men were on my way
Sabred their points with my
Frowning whisper
Scampered all

One more night
Journey would sleep a long slumber
You would still be with me
Am I looking back

Was a soldier by my own right
Shining deaths were my company
Not running perils to save the prince
I am truncating the beguiling hopes

life is a strange journey;
with unknown destination;
never give up dreaming;
for its paves path for your ambition;
life is tree full of blossoms;
the fruit of sweat and;
hard labour;
hold fast to dreams;
for its the only architect of;
your future.

By:-Debasis Pradhan(bapidebu)

A moonlit night is one of the beautiful phenomena of nature. It occurs when the moon rises in the sky. The moon may be crescent or full moon. But it is the beautiful in either form. We count six seasons in a year. In each season we see the moon for two fort nights with a break in between. But the moon in the Autumn appears in its best.