This is fresh grief for you
Just my corporal planet
is
Lit to fire, I know, it’s short
term
Commotion, gradually
nature
Would fill the wounds,
the
Brittle pages of biography, one day
It will be scrap, I know the
Limit of dripping eyes,
Mirror wouldn’t accept it, no
Other way, you have to release
the
Affection, existence, and missing
Are the parts of life,
Living together was
beautiful,
Past doesn’t chase for longer
time,
The train has passed
rapidly
Dying sensation has left over on
The iron trail, slowly vibration
Calm down, the knitted floral lace
Of love would be dry,
memories
Are negative photos, just
Keep inside the book and forget
it,
The dust over the bud vase
Says life is beautiful just wipe
down
And redecorate me, nobody in
The world wants to waste
The life for others, realities are
Truth, I know, one day the blank
Space would be filling, transitory
Emptiness has no
meaning,
Tuber roses has a boundary
for
Scattering the sweet fragrance
after
Sometimes it becomes paper
bloom,
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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