I'm not you destination, I'm not your
votive of ages, knowing all that,
nevertheless, the heart
waits for you, that
cognition has
its own -
aroma,
in the grove of morning glory vines,
alike first ray of sun, my love
somewhere touching
to your feelings,
you're aware
or not,
I do not know, but whenever you're
looking to me, a streak of bliss
often I've looked in your
hydrous lips, a drop
of life many
time
I've seen your miraculous eyes - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art - Rose Marie Condon
votive of ages, knowing all that,
nevertheless, the heart
waits for you, that
cognition has
its own -
aroma,
in the grove of morning glory vines,
alike first ray of sun, my love
somewhere touching
to your feelings,
you're aware
or not,
I do not know, but whenever you're
looking to me, a streak of bliss
often I've looked in your
hydrous lips, a drop
of life many
time
I've seen your miraculous eyes - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art - Rose Marie Condon
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