sometimes life becomes
the plants of indoor,
just waits for
reflected
light,
alike the caged bird forgets
aerial path, in fact we
fear about the
rebellion
and
accept the injustice, indeed
we shrink in limited circle,
and become the
creature of
self
centered, somewhere the -
natural instinct of real
humanity dies
before the
birth,
tho' in the own world we get
temporary pleasure, but
the conscience often
admonishes to
our soul,
the
latent deity suddenly wauls
against the cowardliness,
and the life wants
renaissance
against
all
man made philosophies or
all the sweet venomous
doctrines, where
the value of
humanity
exists
on
the margin, and mastermind
becomes the satrap, but
end of sin is certain,
maybe today or
tomorrow, it's
sure - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of linda jacobus
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