Again she wants from me; a few moments
of the past, it was not possible to call
back the spent time of last,
either that was an echo
or the scream
of love,
floated continuously on the surface of the
gnarled mountainous terrain, and
sometimes above the chest
without showering a
the drop of rain,
the life's
aridity extended its borders so far away,
the missing link between spring and summer,
the passionate secret of Winter
nights, in the arms of
each other, with
the acute
aspire
to submerge the persona with obsession!
It's hard to convert the delicate glass
vase to metallic touch, remelting
will destroy all the natural
Beauty - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
of the past, it was not possible to call
back the spent time of last,
either that was an echo
or the scream
of love,
floated continuously on the surface of the
gnarled mountainous terrain, and
sometimes above the chest
without showering a
the drop of rain,
the life's
aridity extended its borders so far away,
the missing link between spring and summer,
the passionate secret of Winter
nights, in the arms of
each other, with
the acute
aspire
to submerge the persona with obsession!
It's hard to convert the delicate glass
vase to metallic touch, remelting
will destroy all the natural
Beauty - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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