existence, in last o'clock faded
slowly, in the skyline the
streak of light often
reminds your
presence
in my
life, every time the same invisible
hands, in someway handles
me, and I am saved from
the sliding, that's a
faraway sailing
boat on
the
flow of beautiful hydrous feeling !
the life moves toward the
unknown destination,
in mysterious
way look
the
stair of wharf, the nocturnal bloom
of ancient monastery, the
senile banyan tree,
silent iron
bridge,
the life river has no time to look - -
back, in her mind exists
only promise to
meet the
sea !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Maurice Sapiro's art
