the bliss, which spilled from your eyes,
that's the gift of my love, except
that, there was no desire,
a fragrance from
your face
fills
the desolation of life, the meaning of
survival becomes the beautiful
creation, the somatic
attainment isn't
everything,
the
winning of heart has its own glamour !
where entire world becomes
insignificant, whenever
the love reaches
to the sovran
point,
the definition of humanity gets the - -
real meaning, persona blooms
with thousands petals,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/artist Cembranell Le Jardin,
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