Ultra Protagonist's World

প্রারম্ভিক

Unearthing Life 10

I have a refuge called home.

The assured safety of this shelter ;

the warmth , the tenderness ,

the rest  it offers ,

tell me to start afresh,

prompt me to fly again.

I flap my wings,

fly high and keep telling myself

time and again;

that I have a refuge called home

where the broken wings get repaired .

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About Anand Sehgal

A graduate researcher, A writer, A poet, A singer, A composer,An actor..............An artist by heart

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This entry was posted on November 27, 2015 by in poem, Prose Poem, Uncategorized.
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