silent on the lip edges, some
unexpressed feeling
exists in the
depth
of heart, throughout the lifespan - -
whom, I've searched, that
person wasn't far,
rather hidden
in the
heart, that's not some special one,
or a beautiful creature, indeed
that's my conscience,
which knocks
eternally,
brings me below the flyover bridge,
where lesser god's destiny
sleeps in the roofless
haven, he calls
me on
the so called civilized esplanade - -
where the childhood is sold in
some coins, the slogan
of walls are so
familiar,
the old colorless wall often laughs
and says, when good day
will come, god knows,
perhaps !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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