a decade is passed silently
between us, let me to
live in one's own
way, it's
not
so easy to love somebody after
forgetting the whole world,
in search of repletion
bliss sometimes
hand remains
empty !
the
pleasure flies away with swarm
of butterfly, in the remote
woodland, perhaps
reaching is
easier
but
returning remains always in the
hand of destiny, prophecy
often fails here - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Véronique Piaser-Moyen
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