the leaf is germinated for falling -
down, withering flower hasn't
the complain, that's the
reality of life, any
one isn't the
infinite,
the rise and fall is the phase of
life, goes along with the
mood of season,
nobody has
the vigor
to defy the wheel of destiny, it -
moves on preset speed,
try as much as to
hold the
fleeting moment, finally remains
some wet realization on
the azoic palm, the
dreams were
nomad
butterflies, flew away in the dim
light of early morning - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Artist Linda Bein
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art by m kising
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down, withering flower hasn't
the complain, that's the
reality of life, any
one isn't the
infinite,
the rise and fall is the phase of
life, goes along with the
mood of season,
nobody has
the vigor
to defy the wheel of destiny, it -
moves on preset speed,
try as much as to
hold the
fleeting moment, finally remains
some wet realization on
the azoic palm, the
dreams were
nomad
butterflies, flew away in the dim
light of early morning - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/Artist Linda Bein
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9abbs00e2Khgn7v-v3zF_P8WBMlG-ib8KkoRa-nQKyBpoPJTGCQoWerYKYp1AWtR2Slso3W6XyvUz51wRatfxmFwJZSQ-TvDOh77e0OlC1_DNxLMpLl8FNLA3ulUCS_AR6-N96gvU8Q/s1600/%23298+Fall+Leaves.JPG
art by m kising
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSbmd-VHLGZ3lK7M3ApEsbk5MS8TyXndLCkmFZhPN1muBjgwZCOfCnPOYpEFTLhP7nckbwCGpe9NCMpnylRek20ORaX9hGgUXqXzjYx89b46sepkq0u-BGi8jt3Mg257JZfTSyeKNsuUR/s1600/DSCN1440.jpg