Waiting


 Waiting with you,

This childhood-

A distant dream soon.

Waiting for life

 to happen inevitably,

As it must.

Waiting

On the side roads

Of innocence

Till then.

Comments

  1. SumanSeptember 25, 2022 at 9:10 AM

    Shundor

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  2. SGSeptember 25, 2022 at 9:12 AM

    Give me another chance
    Wanna grow up once again....

    Lovely candid shot oozing innocence !!!

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2022 at 9:39 AM

    Beautiful

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2022 at 9:39 AM

    Beautiful

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2022 at 9:45 AM

    friends forever. lovely shot, lovely b&w.

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  6. Agniva aka NeelSeptember 25, 2022 at 9:49 AM

    Lovely poetry and a lovely Photograph

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2022 at 10:03 AM

    Lovely ♥️♥️♥️
    Srobona

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  8. NiladriSeptember 25, 2022 at 10:16 AM

    This is too good.

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2022 at 10:56 AM

    Such a lovely photograph Anindya

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  10. Arindam ChatterjeeSeptember 25, 2022 at 11:04 AM

    An ode to childhood and innocence of friendships ... Beautiful ❤️

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  11. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2022 at 2:21 PM

    Lovely!

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  12. JdasphotographySeptember 25, 2022 at 7:59 PM

    Touching! loved the frame and the lines.

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  13. dipanwita azizSeptember 25, 2022 at 8:24 PM

    Black n white brings the nostalgia.Exactly same expression and same innocence. Lovely photography.

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  14. SamikSeptember 25, 2022 at 8:27 PM

    Brilliant pairing of the Pic and the lines :)

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  15. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2022 at 8:37 PM

    Daroon. Expressed well in those words.

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  16. ttanujaSeptember 25, 2022 at 9:25 PM

    Bhison sundor , chobi ta darun

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  17. AnonymousSeptember 26, 2022 at 7:56 PM

    👍

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  18. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2022 at 5:03 AM

    কালো-সাদার অনবদ্য ছবিটা হারিয়ে যাওয়া দিনে ঘাই মেরে মনখারাপের মন্তাজ.....

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  19. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2022 at 8:35 AM

    Touched! Beautiful lines!

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  20. SRCSeptember 28, 2022 at 11:40 AM

    Lovely.

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  21. AnonymousOctober 2, 2022 at 11:29 AM

    Poetry and picture, perfectly matched. We would all like to age backwards but haven’t yet found the Button that will bring forth the Benjamin in us. Sayam.

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