By Snehasish Roy
Is it really the same goals that we keep?
Is it comfort that we all seek?
Conjectured.
Might bear the same Insecurities,
But the approach towards it
Revolves alongside the priorities we keep.
Dayspring descrying;
A young lady
Cradling her sprog.
Starring at me.
Epiphanical yet muddled;
She’d lay her infant in my arms.
Alongside trust embracing paradox.
Amidst Faith comfort lies,
Captivated Fireflies.
By Snehasish Roy
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