"Each day seeks permission to bury / the dead, and grass waits for the noble feet."...marvelous speak as a sensitive living being on the surface. Space is needed but for why...know not clear. Yet crying cracks the sky, the night, the spring or autumn...crying cracks the time whole from every sphere. Great master, your last two lines are unbearable.....- Pranab k chakraborty
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