Friday, 7 November 2014

THE BLOOMING DAWN - -

Had their own law and norms,
it was my distinct loafing,
from the birth as an
unleashing
bird,
sometimes on the sand dune -
and sometimes flying above
the rain forest, feelings
were innate nomad,
never stayed
in one
place, either golden palace or
in the dreamy cage, the
heart never felt the
peace, the
soul
always tried to float near the -
skyline, in search of new
blooming dawn - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

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