Meeting a poet, like Red and Blue,

Meeting a poet
Like Red and Blue,
Once is like going out of home
Like a river,
Like a breeze,
Without cease,

Yet it is always knowing
One's roots,
Where from one's flow comes
Where sleep with love kissed bless one calms,

Meeting a poet
Like Red and Blue
Once, traveling on the road out of home,
Is like running like a stream
With population of the world as a big dream
Pasted on mind,
Is like spending life unbound only to find
Where joys more need a pour,
Where happiness is crying left Alone...

(Note : on Neellohit, alias Sunil Ganguly,a poet of our times and ever after)


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