maybe, our love would be unmarked in
the screen of time, the lines of
passionate poetry will float
on the forlorn ruins,
wet emotion
will seek
a shelter in somebody's hydrous eye -
it can also be, my soul will be
in your palm, just like
silky sensation
of butterfly !
everything has the enumerated moment,
nobody could claim exceptional
persona beyond the nature,
new leaves have its
predetermined
destiny
a momentary friendship till the arrival of
defoliation, let me remain for
some more moment
in your tip of
eyelash !
precious or insignificant whatever is - -
that drop, do not spill down
please - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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