THE LAST OCLOCK - -
an inclusive silence, in the far-flung,
that someone touching
on the skyline, some dense
clouds gathering with
nascent storm !
in the late
night,
most probably, desolate feeling will
get the freshness, it’s seemed
that someone touching
the perception with
a delicacy !
lost
dreams are reappearing on the glass
pane, few droplet or breathing
vapors, familiar somatic
odor trying to enter
into the depth
of ethics ,
the
conscience searching the path - - -
finder, desperately - -
- SHANTANU SANYALhttp://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by Maxfield Parrish
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