influence, in few seconds the
beautiful planet deserted as
the diamond merchants left
the mines after excavating it,
the rain filled the pit but the
an everlasting silence of city
has left over for ghost tales
it s difficult to joint the broken
heart s world, the seasons had
no times to look after emotions,
somewhere flowers delivered
the colors,fragrance, nectars
internal land of feelings became
infertile, ignored by wet wind,
asked many times to returning
back winds, did you see some
dreams are still inhaling in the
ruined, discarded land of love?
the planet of adoration dried
since a decade, sand has coated
the old city of life, people shifted
to neighboring town, broken door
window less, houses have no more
interest to remember the past,
might be one day ruined would be
renovated by the planting of trees
the world of heart once deserted
couldn t be flourished my friend
it s the tale of delicate relation,
love me beyond the imagination
but never say good bye, if heart
would be break, nothing would
be left, except the depth of crack,
-- shantanu sanyal
picture - painting by jone binzonelli
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