fireflies of your love, in the
closed fist, do not
know why,
they
escaped as usual from the gap
of fingers, searched entire
night in the grove of
nyctanthes, in
the aroma
of wild
jasmine, alike the dream of the -
infancy they have been
lost in the crowd of
anonymous
cactus !
the life remains methodically in
the same place where
you've promised
to meet
again,
with empty palm to get your - -
endless love - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
emerging beauty
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