Aspiration has infinite branches, sprouts
emerge often near the thorn, the dried twig recovers always
with tender leaves, the
Dew droplets are
like a dream
embrace
the tip till the first ray of sun, it's a belief
that early dreams become true,
so I tried frequently to keep
in mind the scenario of
dream, Dale of lovely
flowers, rising the
fumes from
the hills,
the gurgle of wild streams, the clamor of birds,
holding my hand by you, the sweet
mischievous laugh, misty
weather, what's more
need in life, but
alas! It's the
dream,
but dreams never die - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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