Dust kisses your feet and determines your will to journey
There isn’t a path in sight but urges you to move ahead with belief
That soft massage on the soles somehow rejuvenates the feet
Meanwhile, the eyes have wandered and surveyed the surroundings
A heart prays in silence to seek permission from the soul
Wind unsettles the dust and magically creates a trail through time
This isn’t a surrender but a journey toward new adventures
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 