Wednesday, 25 March 2015

ON THE ROSY GATE - -

Some pent - up emotion, evening
smoke and, slowly you've said
goodbye, far over there
was a strange
standstill,
deserted street repeatedly called
the hawker of dreams, just
looked the moonless
night, it couldn't
sleep a
moment, the life felt the pain of - -
losing first time, indeed, the
person realizes the
value of affinity
after losing
it, but alas ! it's so difficult to collect
all scattered peerless moment,
an unseen hollowness
gradually becomes
the part of
life, but we haven't other option - -
other than the compromise
with dream dealers !
that's the life.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
 

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