ACROSS THE GAZEBO - -

across the gazebo, the paused 
spring, innermost the heart, 
silent melody, just 
awaiting for 
your 
consent, on the broken window
glass, again someone has 
written, some random 
message of 
love,
or poetry of hydrous eyes, don't
know why, nowadays, some
sweet twinge in the heart 
emerging with new
definition, do 
not know,
where
is the destination, whim of the - 
mind is so restless - - 

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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