LET RAINS LASH THE INSTINCT 

Would you think it’s the transmigrated

Feelings or else, that drags me, to echelon

Of mystic adoration, leaning towards the

Sufism of breath, pulsation, an emotional

Rhythm of life, a combined corporal bond,

Creates overall soul within the soul, night

Shrouds the darkness however the trail of

Prismatic beauty comes out from the eyes,

On the edge of lips’ tremor, life plays the

Game of moonlit river, dew soaked bloom

Falls on the naked diagram of twinkling -

Waves, the imminence moments of love

Fills the nectar into the hidden whorl of

Passion, completely the night drenches

Unusual fragrance of nameless world, the

Life portrays the spellbound relationship,

Above the organic facts, a bliss of beyond

The decode, unexplored sensitivity of mind,

Amazing experience of summit of spirits

Night breaks its silence with roaring sound of

Dense clouds, gradually rain lashes the valley,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

  

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