Scribble

The morning supposed to be sunny, bright

The song of cuckoo that flying in from a distance need to be solace one

But, this morning e’thing is not as it shall be or will be

Or they are, it is…

Don’t know…Do not know…

S’times the soul just act like this–

Pensive…marooned…

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Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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