at that juncture, somewhere, still bloom
wild bloom painting
wild flowers, joy of life emerging
from the fog, while you're
not there, and I'm
yet searching
the trail,
to get your redolence, to feel your bless,
I'm invoking with ecstatic way, to
overshadow your love in
my persona, I'm
still on the
path
though in some moment the darkness -
will siege the wilderness, it's
moonless night or the
elusive nigritude,
I don't know,
just life
wants to proceed the step towards the
illumination land, the compassion
stream of your mysterious
eyes calls me with
eagerly - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
