I know very well the destiny of dream, -
it's similar to glassware, which is
made for break, someday !
however heart takes
care as much
as can be,
but -
it remains alike the last leaf of autumn,
on the delicate twig, looking
toward the unclouded
sky for a favor,
it's again
the
matter of fate, one day it's fixed, it falls
down ! in your eyes my image
whatever be, but reflection
says you love me,
and that trust -
raises
me on the surface, and every time I - -
am saved from drowning.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
lonely leaf