THE SINKING STARS

The dripping sound of dew drops, 

cognition of the falling leaves,
the silence of heartbeat,
somewhere, your love
inhales the life,
a step
sound, which gradually comes
closer, such as moonlight
secretly, without
knocking the
door,
placed some poem or letter,
immersed in the scent, from
the gap in the door, a
rustle, the scatter
of perfumes
everywhere, the sky comes down
on the surface, all direction
have illuminated with
unknown glow,
I sat throughout the night alone,
gazing at the sinking stars
one by one - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

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Spiral of Dust and Stars