THE MID PATH

In the life, there is no lack of

Episodes that I keep as memoir

Alternatively, whom I have to

Overlook, it’s difficult to live

With wrecked dream, let create

Some new definitions, that

Tetragon had looted my

Glittering planet several times,

In this straight line, I met you,

Long-ago had its ruined sculpture,

Nearby is waited for final

Stoke, the art of life travels freely,

The bridge of survival sustained,

Every step is relevant, success is

The fragile doll, in the hand

It’s gold, if fall down just becomes

The clay, the destiny’s clouds

Have no certain path, across the

Mountain is the arid land,

Every so often it passes over the

That terrains but no rain,

In this twilight life has shared, few

Beautiful moments with you,

Who knows tomorrow would be

Hence, kind again, this way

Has various destinations, whom

To follow not easy to say,

Their knowledge were complicated,

My acceptance is obstinate,

In the transparency winner lingered

Undecided, in mid path,

I selected you so I loved you,

- SHANTANU SANYAL