The branches shiver gently,
As whispers fill the air,
The secrets of the forest,
Are mine and mine to share.

The birdsong blends with traffic hums,
A symphony of life,
A contrast found in every step,
Of beauty, peace, and strife.

A little more than tired,
A little less than done,
I rub the roads with my feet,
This heart doesn’t know to quit.

A little more than weary,
A little less than worn,
I trace the paths that wind & twist,
Through dusk and then to morn.

In a world of trials and tribulations,
A tempest of words and confrontations,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
Yet my spirit, unbroken, forever roams.
Posted by:Dipan Rout

I am here to make a difference. I am here to make the web fruitful for humanity and knowledge. I am the creature of the dark. On a typical night you can find me embedded to my cozy chair, my eyes straining hard to retain the focus on the laptop monitor and a coffee mug beside to feed my insomniac soul. The result is tons of creativity and lots of innovations. Software Engineer by profession, I love music, good food and travel & photography. When I am free, I read a lot. Well that’s me . Stay Connected….!

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