attempts to get so called
the desired dream
land, nothing
will change,
if the
stars' path goes through the
predestined cabriole,
before the end of
night everything
was in your
fist, in
the first ray of sun, all things
looked apparent and
illusion free, some
scattered drops
of dew and
miles
long silence, life searched -
repeatedly the foot print
of moonlight but
did not find
out, the
celestial river has perhaps
some secret flowing
path - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Jacqueline Gnott. Watercolor
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