BELIEVE ME - -

do not try to touch the agony -
of my soul, your gentle 
fingers will burn, 
do not peek
into my 
depth of eye, once immersed
then, you'll not emerge 
again, in this path, 
except the 
thorn 
nothing is germinated, do not 
try to walk with me, bled 
night hasn't any 
pleasant 
dawn, 
just go back, never mind, the 
secret will be buried 
under my chest, 
that, ever 
you 
loved me, some feelings are 
so pertaining to the soul,
until the last breath
it remains 
silent, 
let me to complete the rest - -
barren path of life, but 
do not think that 
I'll finish, just
believe 
me,
one day I'll bloom sure, from
here may day begins 
with countless 
prospects.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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