do not love too much, that heartbeat to be
stop, let remain something confusion,
the night is still unfinished, just
eyes have learned after
falling recoup, the
dream, just
now
touched to wink, feelings are so sensitive -
as leaves of mimosa pudica, let
little fill up the ignited chest,
with impulsive, savory
fragrance, it's so
earlier to touch
the inner
whorl
of emotion, just wait for some moment, let
me, prepare to unfold the secret of
conscience, let pain, some
more to be emerge
from the depth
of heart,
darkness is so far lacking to maturity - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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