Why do I worry for dreams unknown,
Between hope and fear my thoughts collide,
Chasing tomorrows have yet to ride?
Why do I worry for seeds unsown,
Between the restless storm and spring tide,
Harvesting the crops yet to provide?
Why do I worry for deeds I own,
When all the unknowns will be my guide
And the seeds will root where oceans hide?
(Howrah, 21.08.2025)
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