sight, except your love in
this world, there's
nothing to
desire,
in your lips' edge again blooming
some delicate roses, do not
know, either tonight is
an unseen killer,
or the last
o'clock
will be the moment of centuries' -
votive ! a sweet venom or
the bitter nectar is
your affinity,
every
time life gets back the blessings
to recover from all suffering !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by lee j nixon
