THE CONSPIRACY - -

in the soft, descending light of evening,

life stands alone on the stairs of 

age, thinks a lot, far away 

in the bank of arid

river, the 

shattered sun searches the lumpsum -

shelter, for a night, the jaded 

body and injured soul

often talks silently,

calculation of

past and 

present, often get confusion, infantile 

emotion erases the crooked

color lines, on the dark

slate stone of 

night, amid

the nocturnal blooms and dreams - - 

have some conspiracy, before

the moon rise, the scent

of your affection 

doesn't

open the verticil of delicate feelings !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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