separated edge of summer; and slip
away stream amid them some
where existed the breath
fragrant, you know
or not but it's
fact that
the
hydrous feeling doesn't want to die!
still some wet memories of rain,
the shadow of the stubborn
dense clouds, indelible
few drops are
remained
on the
transparent window of life, gallery of
emotion waits for delicate touch
of first morning ray, on the
bougainvillea cluster
your love kept
difference
of realism and fantasy, the thirst goes
toward the remote, though you've
hidden in the depth of
heart - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by Carol
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/