Don’t call me mad,
Because I count the days left with me,
Yeah, you can call me crazy,
For my list is huge, and a lot I need to see.
Yes, I want to be a traveler,
And explore with my eye closed,
And find if its the same way,
As all the google searches imposed.
And its sure to be different,
For the same rain makes me see it new
The feel of waves kissing my feet
Is totally different from the walk on dew.
And the world is huge
Way huge than I can define,
Just wish to knock some gates
Leaving behind some that confine.
And I wish to do it all
Before its time to say good bye
Who knows when do I breathe my last
So much to do before I die….
Manowara Chowdhury
Colorless Butterfly 