Like clouds in windy sky together we get,
Then drift away from one another own ways
In search of life the clique could not beget,
Or driven by winds as they change their passage.
By will or 'gainst, ripped our togetherness,
That one's survival being subsumed in self
Fits like free radical in anywhere else
To fulfill one's desire or get at risk, help.
Yet strength of union we each of us bestows-
Like beauty of each bloom makes up the garden -
And like blooms we must in submission muse
The wellbeing of all. But, alas, a bane,
It's always been own interest or fear !
It's always been a business or a barter !
- N. P. SAMAL
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