SEARCH OF LOST BLISS - -

When pain becomes itself a medium 
of medication, no more fear 
exists, every thing looks 
in proximity, the 
suddenly
inner 
power opens all the closed gates, - -
nothing remains out of reach, 
the serpentine path 
looks, just a 
straight 
line,
again new zeal welcomes our steps,
the up down graph of emotion,
the distress moments,
gradually gets 
back the 
art 
of survival, unexpectedly life inspires 
with blooming smile of flowers,
and restarts the search 
of happiness - - 

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
pink hibiscus