the sequence of dreams, a
flaring railway station
and hands were
dropped
from someone's hand, when the
train has disappeared in the
remote wilderness, there
wasn't anything
except the
long
silence and rattle of dry leaves - -
scene change does not take
long, again the valley of
flowers calls me with
unduly emotion,
again the life
is chasing
the land
of evergreen rain forest, indeed
the morning brings the flying
news of rain clouds - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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