by HEMANTA R NAIK
Published on: May 11, 2004
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Type: Poetry

Many a times I am confused,
Wandering here and there
Lying flat in the open field
Looking at the clear sky
Counting the twinkling stars, also
Once in a while shooting stars

Once again unable to count the stars
Much more confused as much as about the future of mankind!

Where does it want to take me?
The destiny not known!
But still have the hope
That one day understand
The concept of life

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