those deserted eyes, and untold
winter night
real events of life, somewhere
looked complement to
each other, on
that smile
had
the latent pain or search of the -
messianic bless, difficult
to say, in that winter
night sitting
alone
on the stone of desolate shrine,
I've found the truth of life,
address devoid, an
unstamped
letter !
searching some familiar faces
in the crowd of affectionate
shadow, few vitreous
dreams holding
the hands
of some ruthless persona, the
laugh of unknown dawn
or chortle of the
darkness,
what
was that elusive environs, still
life doesn't know - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
