nothing in hands, again night has been gone,
some bruises, some unknown pain!
few humming sound remained
in the body and mind!
awning of stars
in the emerging light of dawn, again arid path
is calling, life hasn't any complain, your
love inhabited in the depth of pore,
hard to erase ! stroking the
wound with gentle
I've been learned to live in the world of mirage,
again blooming valley somewhere
some other day will be
clement - -
- SHANTANU SANYALhttp://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
artist Richard Quinn Morrison