flows in the dreary night,
slowly, speechless,
wrapping all
the
pain of embankment, amid us -
there's a mutual treaty,
I know, your love
hasn't any
edge,
however, you never allowed me
to spill out, and often the
price you've to pay,
amazing is
your
veneration, makes me a divine
beauty from a drop ! the
silent erosion goes
on, from the
valley
to surface, but your existence -
on both sides gives me
the depth of
survival,
and
that's reason, even in the peak
summer the inner waves
never stops the
relentless
flow.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by linda blondheim.jpg 2
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