still too much, the rest night existed,
a lot of thing I've to share,
some unexposed
aspects of
dark,
some untouched wounds of life, few
stains of whip which has given
by time, several realism
of nudity never
appeared
on the
light, remained implicit on the remote,
as backstage artist, couldn't
unfolded the depth of
emotion, laid
shrouded
forever,
let me re bloom tonight, the restless -
breathing wants to exchange
some freshness of your
love, if you've no
objection,
let me to reel off the twisted feelings,
do not extinguish the flickering
lamp, just look me in the
clear light, obviously
in your mirror of
heart - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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