another deception of life,
in your quiver, how
many arrows
are left,
I do not know, but I've been toxin
free since a long time, the
chest became numb,
the eyes are the
arid land of
equator,
you know, when pain reaches to
extreme point, it becomes
itself a remedy, the
barren blooms
know how
to smile in the thorny grove, do -
not under estimate anybody,
nobody knows, the
inscription of
forehead,
all days are not equal, perhaps - -
some beautiful moments
are waiting in the
backstage,
the
show of life is still continued, just
patience is required - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Johanna Bohoy
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