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Collecting alphabets to write a poem.
Everything must pass;
and the mountain tops among the clouds
that I so addictively aspire to arrive at,
will someday feel like the bottom of a valley.

With time.
Everything must pass.
All poison will turn to remedy and all remedy will turn to poison -
without any divine intervention.

No will, nor determination can change that.
Everything crossing over to its reflection.
Every presence finding it's absence.

Still one must strive, despite ...
Find meaning in this constant arriving but never arrived.
Ridicule this. Celebrate this.
One moment at a time.


© Saibal Samadder