do not snatch my vagrancy, it's the only
possessions I've, the cool evening
the plumbaginous shades,
the grizzle of offing,
a pain chronic,
an unsung
memory, please do not scrabble the - -
dead layers, that life has learned
to smile with so difficulty,
I'm just emerged,
from the
unknown hangover, let it sometimes to
get recoup, there's a lot of night,
let the moon rise with the
unleashing beauty !
in some other
moment,
you can ask the reason behind the - - -
anonymity of my persona - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
by Jan Atkinson
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/