is continued on its way through the heart
as a thirst to swallow the outer darkness
repeated birth of desires accumulated
we do not know the ultimate destination
anthology of compassion,didnt allow
often, to trust the nearest person, its
normal, researching the unknown trails
in life is an adventurous task,but we
love it to go through, unpredicted result
has its own glamour,its raining, before
few moments the dale was silent but
burning inside, i didnt look back though
you reminded, that some one is calling
disparately, whole the life the lost voice
chased me,external darkness is easy to
illuminate,whole the cosmos would be
near you, rising sun looks beautiful,
it s difficult to switch over the inner clouds.
--- shantanu sanyal
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