Wednesday, 16 April 2014

THE MISSING SOUL - -

had no rest throughout the ages, that 
familiar face wandered in the 
circle of unquenchable
desire, which is
self created, 
in the 
mist of emotional clouds, that person 
always remained missing soul, 
couldn't find out the real 
path of contentment,
remained alien
to himself,
time 
has left him in the crowd of forgotten -
faces, indeed, after sunset no 
body talked about the 
beauty of dawn's
first ray !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
emerging from mist