Tuesday 16 October 2012

THE PHASE OF LIFE - -

as a withered bloom, night gone toward 
the horizon, on that fatigue had the 
essence of life, some dream 
remained on the leaves
alike the dew drop,
few scattered 
on the 
surface, the realism of your love has the
infinite elegance, often appears 
on the edge of eyes, it's
different, some said
it's  pain drops,
but in my 
view,
that's the phase of life nothing more that,
amid the light and shadow, you 
often peep with smile - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Early-Morning-in-Kolkata by ANANT MANDAL 

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