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Probir Ghosh

Fantasy


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Probir Ghosh

Fantasy


An Inquisitive Odyssey

An Inquisitive Odyssey

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There is mist in the air at the height I am at, overlooking the valley so abstract,

Calling out a name seems so abstruse, it seems nothing more than a self distract;

 

Never had I known about the acrid world, abominate and amoral so difficult,

I lack the antidote to aplomb myself, antiquated apathy to avenge the insult;

 

It is Colorado dear, not Texas whispered my soul, with my skin denigrated like coal,

Defaced was I standing, decimated was I feeling defected away from my goal;

 

Florida was near but I quit going, California was calling but stopped listening,

Iowa was cool but I needed warmth, Massachusetts was asking but I stopped answering;

 

I was searching for my answers, searching for that mystery untold,

I voyaged to Europe to figure out my answers and landed in Paris to see places quite old;

 

I went to Spain to get the hang of vineyards, climbed the mountains at Zurich without a stop,

Swam in the Thames to feel the royal country, jaunted Berlin to discover that answer in every shop;

 

I walked into Turkey for an unexpected welcome and accosted people who were so influential,

I entered India the place of religions, to extract my answers from the people so genial;

 

I visited the island continent to see the other hemisphere, with kangaroos and koala’s much to my surprise,

I visited the Far East islands to look for my answers and found a few figures real and a few in disguise;

 

I embarked Egypt to see the grandeur of Pharaohs, ran through the dense jungles of Africa appalled by the dense forest,

I forayed Antarctica to see the isolated penguins, bathed in the Amazon to feel the lungs of the world overcoming my detest;

 

Taxed, I return to the land I love the most, Iceland it is and I stand ashore, I look at the Arctic at the midnight sun,

I realize that the answers I look for are within, I just need a philosophical run;

 

I still expatiate with myself, experiment with the pragmatic and the idealistic…..I still search!!


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