Drawn back to the gentle path of the push,
Life follows the rules of the light.
The rituals continue in the courtyard of order.

The dust along the path turns to white,
At the edge’s reflection, the post office opens.

In hope of a reply, the answer is found in labor’s embrace,
A prisoner of pain, awakened by suffering, with himself.

Infinite expectations dwell in an infinite space,
Survival preserved, the goal endures.

--Priyanka Neogi(India)