Moubani Sorcar : Actress & Dancer.
In case of a lost poetry,
I am your rhythm sense,
In thought and action whatever is faulty,
There is no reason to be tense,
In paranoia lives the decorum of the dense,
And the quarrelsome mind is at peace through any lens,
Whether through your heart or brain,
We infiltrate,
Then why are we sick at our own state,
Maybe all we need is hope and a trust which is innate…
It’s beauty we bare in what we find early or late,
Time only an excuse and loss a way to open a new gate.
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