THE MISSING ROUTE - -

those missing paths in the mist -
still breathing, that's another 
thing, you didn't get 
the real door, 
just -
knocked the wrong locus, it's - 
often happened, the floss 
remains in front of 
eye, but soul 
wanders
here 
and there, the thirst becomes - 
more intense, alike the 
smoldering ember,
slightest wind, 
makes 
it forest fire, in a wink all the - -
verdant landscape turns 
into the desolate 
land, indeed 
in 
perpetuity way, the wet feelings 
changes into the barren 
love, life waits for 
a light rain,
but 
clouds changes the route in its -
way - - 

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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art by Mark Yearwood