a silent reminder, an invisible chase
across the life span, didn't let
me to inhale, is it the
supreme love
or self -
immolation, often thinks the heart, a
submission which goes through
corporal to soul, didn't
allow the persona
to wander
freely,
is it attachment of ages epoch or
an unending thirst, I don't
know the intent of
that creeper,
which
goes from veins to the conscience,
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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