Do they hear footsteps fast?
How I wonder they better forecast
Spring or Winter, how they come to know
before they come and before they go?
How I wonder they could foresee fate?
In coming and going I never see them late!
Friends! I do fear, both of them are true!
They come and go or just come to go.
© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.
Palas Kumar Ray
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