Ardently fostered castle of dreams,
Once built on a silver stretch of sand
Nurtured by the hands of hope
Wrecked by the blustery wind of time
Disintegrates in a twinkling.
Swept away by the rolling billows
Stolen by the wild ocean
Immerses in the indefinite depth
To get embedded in the ocean floor.
Nevertheless new castles of desire
Form over and over again
On the desolate shore of mind.
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Am a passionate Bengali from Kolkata, has been living in Mumbai, India, for many years. My passion for poetry led me turn into a published poet, a content writer.
My love for music instigated me to become a classical vocal singer.
I am passionate about blogging , and maintain a YouTube channel too. I hold a Master’s degree in English Literature and Education.
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