The Exhaustive Change 

the voice comes out from the depth of 

heart, floats above the coomb of life -

follows you, in the trail of strange union

point of two rivers, in the far vision, rain

playing the art of damping the scorched 

emotion, the shadow of love wrapped 

my persona as wild climber searches 

a glance of first tender ray of sun in the

mist of rain forest, jimp stem wants to 

hold the bark of fig tree, wild bloom tries

to open the trilling petals whenever you

keeps the dithered lips on my dried 

lips, the torrential rains creates the wet

fog everywhere, life desires to assimilate 

your persona into the profound of divinity,

here jaded, tired life gets aesthetic transit,

life looks more unrivaled, innovative - - - - 

- - - SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/