longer to re decorate the mirror,
images sometimes refuse to accept
the truth of life, i had no any news
though planet is changed rapidly,
winter is knocked the door as usual
when i awaken, flowers have been dried
on the path of life, it was too late-
to re collect the elegant soft touches
your unexpected gift remained,
wrapped with dreams in the heart,
i looked you from a long distance,
unexplained your eyes were saying
may be some other day ----------
-shantanu sanyal
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