often in my silent solitude, a strange
fragrance floats, to make me
hypnotic, elf - struck !
on those spell -
bound
moment, life searches the origin of
deranged knock, the whorl of
emotion becomes little
nervous, someone
tries to enter
in the
conscience step by step, gradually -
subjugates whole the personality,
between the earth and sky
a mist of your mystic
love overgrows,
neither
easy to find the familiar path, nor - -
simple to get help by stars,
the caravan of feeling
remains halted,
every thing
looks
mysterious on those moment, the - -
soul leaves the somatic world
and moves towards your
supreme beauty !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
