Space JunkA Poem by Sumit GangulySatellites, rockets, cameras explore the space everyday some come back, others circle on like Tom, Dick and James Kay.
Everyone wants to seek a lot, ‘what is there in the core, how can I have a space to share, and use it as an exclusive store?’
Heart of a young girl is astral space, unreserved territory, explorer’s dream youth and beauty attract bold and able, 6th Feb. 2017
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Added on February 6, 2017Last Updated on February 6, 2017 AuthorSumit GangulyKolkata, South Asia, IndiaAboutDevoted to writing. Occupation-Retired. more..Writing
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