it's raining, wet flowers,
leaves flowed,
birds are
in
search of safe haven, near the
window edge, on the
threshold again
someone
kept
some bunch of anonymous - -
bloom, I think, you still
remember me,
that's
amazing ! tho' in the mirror's - -
memory, I'm no more,
that's natural,
nobody
can
love forever, just little twinge is
remained in your heart,
and that so called
affection, do
not let
you completely release from my
existence - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by lisa gloria.jpg
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