layers and layers, pitch dark clouds
thunder,uncontrolled wind
together all in the provocation fuel
earthen lamp of ancient temple
a survival for the last breath
evening goes through the miles long
infinitive deep wild caves
promise to be fulfilled, any how
meeting rock is far away
thorny land, dense jungle, blind valleys
have to cross the tidal river
clapping hands, the invisible faces
preparing to throw the stones
mysterious,poisonous smiles
every where, in this merciless universe
face the chalange,the ring of fire
the cross over the final destination
to hug the beloved
be ready for the fire baths
proved homself the twenty four carat.
-- shantanu sanyal
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