Sometimes go through, if
possible,
possible,
the desolate life waits for you,
somewhere in the
shadow of
galaxy,
an extensive darkness and miles -
long solitude, by mistake or
willingly, ever for a
moment, try to
become
the dewdrops, for a long time, life
glows, hiding the enigmatic
ignition, for someday
look me in way
of melted
clouds,
still few seeds of dry dreams are -
surviving underneath the
delicate emotion - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
