Saturday 18 July 2015

THE DEEP SILENCE - -

Some memories live in the deserted
railway station, somewhere in
the deep silence, some
innocent dreams
never touch
the edge
of morning light, they grow and finish
in the darkness of eyes, however,
the flow of life is unending,
some wild vine has
inborn survival
instinct,
they never wait for helping hands, in
the grove of thorns, they climb
with the natural endeavor,
on the branches of
bougainvillea,
believe
me, they become one day the flowers
of the morning glory, the travelers
never forget to look them, in
a glance - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
photo -  (a narrow gauge station in the remote of Balaghat district MP, once we have to use this station in childhood)