too badly, but not over, do not
know what's that spur
mysterious, which
every time
rescues
me
before sinking into the world of dust,
every morning, rain clouds on
routine way, emerged
in the north east
sky, tho' very
rare it
touched the earth surface, however -
the life never became the land
of acacia, aspire to get
wet never died, and
that's reason
in extreme
pain
too, life smiles with floral inspiration.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
The_green_leaves_of_Hope
