MOUBONI SORCAR : Actress & Writer.
Amidst all the turbulance,
I am free,
Amongst all the red flowers,
I am the roadside nameless
little bud awaiting to be,
Blossoming and flowing,
Into containers that do not have names or shapes,
Where is the destined path?
My face is covered in capes,
Will it take away the wrath?
O river, that has an ocean to settle into,
Or maybe plucked by an unknown hand following where it has been to,
Whether on a vase or by the meadow,
I am above my own shadow,
Not afraid of an unknown task,
Or covered in a humid Covid 19 mask.
I am the me of mine,
Simple, pristine, priceless and fine.
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