do you still love me, in the same way,
solitary - about painter no idea
or diluted the passion under
shadow of changing
weather, often
life thinks
about
that, though I know, in your breath -
the redolence feeling of my
proximity, still existed,
as the moonlit -
passion
flower,
in the late night, wafts the pleasant
fragrance, do you feel or not,
but it's sure, impatient
heart beats says,
unconsciously
you open
the
glass window, looked at the clouds
and the sinking moon, and
felt the olfaction of
live poetry,
still
I believe, you didn't forget me, so
far, I'm still in your spirit - - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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