heart, let it be, do not
exposed, but in
my heart
except
of love nothing is existed, tho'
entire life, I didn't get the
time for self furnishing,
just ran for the
survival in
the
concrete silvan, that endless -
race had its own glamor,
desire to live every
moment in
search
of
new potentials, the untraced
dream never allowed
me to stay in the
dark four
walls,
even, the ruined body could
not stop to illuminate the
inner feeling, I've
returned
back
several times from the trap -
of quietus, perhaps your
love has given me
the power of
rebirth !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
touching to heart
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