Tramp Poem by SUVADEEP ROY
Tramp
Over the hundred miles,
Thousands, lakhs & crores-
Over the plains & hills,
Plateau, rivers & shores;
After orange sun
Sets in west;
I fly with the moon
With the spirit, the quest;
I fly beyond the dreams
Of those, who think of cloud
About to fall down, in streams
With external glory and being proud.
I know it by mind- how far I'll fly,
Bond of love, the more will tie. (2/08/2009)
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4/25/2024 5:07:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely beautiful write-up embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Roy.