or you have performed the
the beautiful dramatic look i
called continuously your name
echoes explained , the truth
in the life s exhibition hall
some portraits remained as
unsung martyr of wars, nobody
waits for left over travelers
in the zenith a phobia is existed
all the time, ground floor dreams
might be unpleasant but it has
deep rooted firm bricks of furnace
the ruined temple of by gone era
do not fear the tropical storms
inner earthen lamp burns persistently
here survival it self becomes
the way to find new horizons.
--- shantanu sanyal
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