A ray of life's light touched my eyes,
Amidst darkness, even stone hearts realize.
Restless eyes roam, traversing earth's bounds,
From north to south, stars merge with dawn's shadows.
Perhaps, Konnachampa's touch ignites heartbeats,
Each cell expands into vast skies,
As if stellar vibrations evoke loving light.
Years later, standing at the roof's edge,
Konnachampa's stars reveal
The rhythm of light's depths, stars advancing,
Retreating, from earth to human form.
Now, a tumultuous storm;
A tornado ravages earth's body,
Entering human form.
Does Konnachampa's love still exist?
Perhaps it does,
For even in old age,
The world holds me close,
Like the palm of a hand,
Lest this world lose its value,
It exists now,
But may suddenly disappear.
— Sanjib Saha
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