THE VAGRANCY 

a strange tickling filled by somebody;

an unseen floating pulls towards

the blooming valley, again 

life wants to love you,

all left behind; the

chains of

unnecessary, vagrancy of heart and

changing the weather sides, now

who is interested for pseudo 

prophecy, whatever the

heart wants; that's 

the realism, 

the remaining; nothing other than just

dreams - - - 

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

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