dense clouds, in the mountains moving
down; anxiety, increasing on the
foothills, inner turmoil or a
stationary storm, the
lethal proximity,
do not look
at me with ebrious eyes, do not break
the illusion of a beautiful love, just
maintain the little distance,
premature death of
emotion isn't
the real
pleasure, some more time if hangover
remains, the impact of romance
will be profound, condensed
clouds are eager to melt,
on the blazing valley,
some more
moment,
let the life get decked up, gradually
with aesthetic way - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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