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Mar 2014
If you have to make your way
make your way.

the lesson learned one summer noon
on a deserted village road
will not be forgotten soon.

The tyres came to a screeching halt
were lying boulders of asphalt
blocking the way.

Long hours of drive still waiting
needed to do the only sensible thing

Accept the choice
lent by sanity's voice

THE SITUATION DEMANDS
MAKE BEST USE OF THOSE HANDS


When left the stumbling blocks behind

hands were aching wiser was mind.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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