The River - -
across the giant river;
nobody knows what's there,
the grove of question marks is
waiting,a silence of the endless
desert, some familiar unfamiliar faces,
looking with strange gaze, walking
toward the mist shrouded path,
the sound of waves crash
with mysterious way,
distant memories
are like the
restless
sea,
sometimes
nearer sometimes
in the remote, where's
inhabited your affinity, love,
cordiality, the pledge to live with
indefinitely, a mirage of decade long,
nothing remained stick with the
body, gradually the layer of
affection falling down
one by one, the
life is now
the
echo nomad; wandering endlessly to
get a look to persona, which have
been missed in the crowd of
fascination and illusion,
aimless search for
a blankness or
the eternal
truth - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
