Vision is cursed..
when you see something you want to touch.. you desire...
you are cursed, you already know you can't touch it, have it like you wanted...
touch is cursed...
sound is cursed too..
why did you have to listen to all those you ever heard?
life would've been easier, probably.. if you didn't...
world would've been a better place, if you couldn't remember... feel...
or it would've been much worse....
jhor asbena.. ashena...
"shudhu ashe firey bedonar chapa kanna..."
and you weep... deep inside... can't show, can't see either..
you can't even feel.. but you do feel...
and you almost know, there isn't a single you... you can almost touch that.. but what?
Knowledge is cursed...
Cursed is this existence...
That's what it means, or it is supposed to mean. Bhasha, shobdo, ostittwo... sob golmaal hoye jaowar poreo ki jeno ekta pore thake. Ke jane chhute pari ki na...
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