met once, with intriguing
vision, and swapped
some soaked
emotion,
I'm the same untouched notation
which became the melodious
song, once you've touched
it with passionate
fingers, you
may or
may not remember, I'm the same
migratory bird, whose nest
was in your heart,
perhaps, in
your
corner of realization still consisted
some colorful broken feathers
with wet feelings, I'm the
same soul which
is remained
in your
persona alike the hidden fragrance
cell of the dried tuberose.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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