tales of life, some droplets on
the edge of eyes, wants to fall -
down,just like the crystal dew,
before the dawn rests on petals,
emotions travel whole the night
sky, moon, stars, the indigo hills
half bloomed flowers, gentle rays
touch of relation, left over on -
the windowpanes, mist covered it,
somewhere in the wild, few
fire flies exhausted the last glow,
illumination remained on the
rough bark of tall trees, some -
night birds however singing the
life doesnt want to accept the
mirror, the painful truths, here
suppressed feelings re desires to
exchange the face with nature,
season says -the life is beautiful.
-shantanu sanyal
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