Tapas Baidya - My Window

When I open the window of the southern side
I feel I did not take any foot step from my childhood
The exterior wind blows gentle with motherly touch

Wherever I look there the woods arise
In the dimness of memories departed long

Time is nothing but a battle and defeats me repeatedly
My frustration makes me return to my window
And that very time I solemnly try to make a voyage
In the ripples of rip-roaring tide and times

Tapas Baidya

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