their presence besides the cemented
streets, a portrait of vivid oil painting
once i kept on the balcony walls, for
drying it fast, honey seekers forgot the
path, innumerable times in the life,heart
ran behind the dreams,eyes confused
by the character of colors, a whirlpool
innocently pulled towards the mirage,
the kissing marks on the lips of poems
was not easy to hide, given blame to
the season,flowers trapped the moments,
the trail of the sky passes among the
blinking stars,stripped emotions walked
to fill the aroma,near the full moon
i lost my self identification, your love
lifted my body, after that i had no words,
the impulsive approval,the soul s rebirth,
the season called me angel of flowers.
-- shantanu sanyal
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