as sculpture of life has a brittle edge,
chiselling the persona is not so easy
affair, a fear always persistent that
might be slight negligence will break
the entire statue, moulding your love
accordingly, in the heart, I failed many
times, the colour of surface doesn’t
reflects the realism of eternal depth,
the thin coating of gold whenever
washed out, the ornament looks, life-
less an object, somewhere we have
to give up the dreams to proliferate,
Space to breathe in its own way, after
that, if you wish, exchanging of body
Soul, passion, desire to be easier, life
Wants to get your love as the rains of
Genesis when the earth is detached
From that unexplored mystic planet,
xerosis of heart has the thirst of miles!
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
Wants to get your love as the rains of
Genesis when the earth is detached
From that unexplored mystic planet,
xerosis of heart has the thirst of miles!
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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