dispensed oyster hadn't the complaint,
no idea abour painter - - evening tide
maybe it was the compulsion,
the deception of pearl,
and your affinity
couldn't be
compared, though the memories not
faded, it's glowing still, on the
shore, the clamor doesn't
pause, tidal waves
haven't change
direction,
while season changed several times, - -
that's normal, nobody can claim
the endless agreement of
blooming, it's different
matter, if some -
one keeps
the paper flowers, it's difficult to get -
the fragrant emotion, the beauty
of truth remains forever,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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