I'm helpless before your insistence,
repeatedly, I said you, do not
come so nearer, do not
love me, in this way,
self desolating !
but you
didn't listen, incessantly, I reminded,
do not play with igneous circle,
one day except the ash
nothing will be in
your hands,
still -
you do not want to return, anyway - -
no doubt, I love your boldness,
the spirit of voluntary -
combustion !
and that
obstinacy forces me, to love you in -
beyond imagination, where
all perception, example
becomes fade,
hence
persona desires to accept the life of
moth, maybe short, but in your
love it looks more longer
than an immortal
soul - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
autumn
repeatedly, I said you, do not
come so nearer, do not
love me, in this way,
self desolating !
but you
didn't listen, incessantly, I reminded,
do not play with igneous circle,
one day except the ash
nothing will be in
your hands,
still -
you do not want to return, anyway - -
no doubt, I love your boldness,
the spirit of voluntary -
combustion !
and that
obstinacy forces me, to love you in -
beyond imagination, where
all perception, example
becomes fade,
hence
persona desires to accept the life of
moth, maybe short, but in your
love it looks more longer
than an immortal
soul - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
autumn
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