A Child In The Sea Of Uncertain

take care of you baby
take care of your skull

you have learnt much
you have specialisation much
you are not authentic
you are talented
not genius

take care of you baby
take care of your skin

in the field of creation
you are simply a dust
to blow away
by the thrust of time

take care baby
take care of your skill

if others give you access
if others appreciate your tune
you are someone
otherwise
no one
you are baby

sheriff or washerman
saint or sir
you are
alone

take care of you baby
take care when you are alone

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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