Saturday 28 June 2014

SEARCH OF GOOD DAY - -

an unfinished song which remains 
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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