only the dream is broken,
otherwise everything
is in its place, the
sky, the moon,
of course,
the
moonlit tuberose, all were so -
vibrant, that's sprinkle of
your love or still
emerging
the
wild aroma from the soul, do not
know, what was that feeling
which affixed to heart
alike the anther
dust, the
inner
emotion is still soaked, tho' the -
dawn has the different
story of realism but
heart desire
a little
more hang over, do not move the
drapery in this moment - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Karlyn Holman
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