a twinge in the heart, even
though every moment,
life is smiling, a
silence of
desert,
a gravitation of unknown affinity, a
dew drop on the pointed thorn,
a feeling of rebirth, that's
an evasiveness or
the intimacy,
do not
know the innocent heart, flows on
the effluent of love, without
thinking about the
destination,
maybe
on the chest of ocean, maybe - -
into the blaze of desert,
anything can
happen,
just
a fellow traveller of time, we have
to accept falling point of
destiny, again the
regeneration,
again
desire to love you, the life, with - -
different out look - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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