যারা চায় তবু পায়না তারাই ভালো থাকে, কারন তাদের মধ্যে চাহিদাটা জাগ্রত থাকে। কিন্তু যারা না চেয়েই পেয়ে যায় তারা সেই পাওয়ার মূল্য বোঝেনা তাই তারা পেয়েও অখুশি থাকে আর সেই পাওয়া জিনিসটি হারিয়ে ফেলে।
Behind every watery drop lies a scene, the scene of clouds covering the eternity of the above expanse, we are beholding the mysterious water carriers draped in the attire of black and grey, covering the blue heavens and spreading its arms far and wide, the cottons of water are coming in haste, trying to overcome the sunly gaze and fillup the earth with specks of tiny particles of watery droplets around. We all amazed run up to the balcony to see this holy vision of the heavens meeting the earth, through the watery communication...We see the clouds start to mumble and rumble along with the other, flashing bulbs that explode after every use and sounding furious in its blackish, angry feathers giving out the message that we have come to wetten your souls, that have been made unholy by unfruitful ruthless souls and have made your life traumatic and warm, cool off with my cool drops, let my anger flow and make you smile, make you seek me, make you bathe in my flow and pour...Lets fall, lets...
It was the times of the lakes, the trees overlooking the waters and thinking well where has that red fish gone today? When the grasses are telling stories to each other and giggling at the birds who are snoozing in the branches, yawning in the raining morning rays from the bored sun who thinks well, life is sooo monotonous...the boys are walking towards their schools some pelting stones at the innocent quiet waters of the lake and yelling out wishes of the bouncing stone which they might visualise in the afternoon breaks...the clay road is thinking what more weight can we expect today that might distort my surface and make me realign into unknown structurals...the lake is still now waiting for some ripples to happen either from underneath or from the skies and the wretched tree gaping at its natural existence and weathering and dropping into it its dryness as leaves...at times there is a joy and at times it a curse being a part of this world, sometimes we feel that we have earned somet...
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