It's another day
It's another day.
Many mails, yet an empty mail box.
Many calls, yet an empty mind.
Facebook is flooded with thoughts,
Yet it missed something.
What should I say?
What the mind searched for
Remained as misty as this morning.
It's another day.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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