THE REPLETION OF LIFE 

it's different matter, that all the stones 

became deity, stone carving wasn't 

my destiny, how much I loved

them it's hidden into the 

cyesis of time, the 

smile of thorns 

neglected 

by dawn, 

but night hadn't bias attitude, it has 

given the gift of some drops

as for blooming the rose!

its role was not so

negligible, 

barbed wires never ask their share 

to lane of flourish, the silence

emotion just loved to gaze 

the maturity of spring,

the fragrance was

his award, the

sometimes life becomes too short to 

complete the mum commitments, 

but that's meaningfulness of 

survival, the repletion 

of true love - - 

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