THE DEAL OF SWEET PAIN 

it was better, that do not ever loved; 

loneliness was not so much

prussic; a loafing; a 

cool wandering; 

sometimes

the

desert and, sometimes among the 

clouds; reckless life, rugged

path; a big smile after

stumbling, the

moments 

were just like obstinate kid, every 

time capriole, running after 

the butterflies, innocent

emotion had no 

realization

of any

tedium, life was the intense smell 

of wild flowers, flirting with 

seasonal colors of sky,

no promises; nor

the discomfort 

to meet

someone, the deal of sweet pain has

snatched all the liberty - - - 

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

painting by MICHAEL NAPLES - Wild Flowers