Our Life is a train ,we all are passengers ,we don’t know where our journey will stop, its destination we cannot decide.

I was staying at a hotel late at night when I heard a train’s whisle.

Once I had gone to meet my sister in Burdwan, on the way of returning to my home, I faced a unfortunate little girl and her father. The world have no time to look at their misery. But they will have to move on…

This poem is all about how life can confuse us so much, yet all we can do is keep the faith and not let it consume us too much!

Six Word Story.

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Looking like a lamb and acting like one is not the best combination to deal with big bad wolves. Changes need to take place, so something has to be done, in order to achieve a certain harmonization.

Story written as an Italian sonnet.

This is a continence from Angel With The Demon Eyes.