yes, sometimes, we've to
face the despair, the
far - reaching train
has its own
different
compulsion, doesn't wait for - -
anyone, on either side of
the railway track,
you know
every -
thing was as usual in its place,
flying kingfisher or the half
raised old stub ! the
floating hyacinth
or the smell
of wild
bloom, they do not care for - -
anyone, now it's depend
on an individual that
how much he is
mingled in
crowd,
in fact, everybody has to travel
alone in this world, perhaps
that was a beautiful
turning point,
where
we met in unexpected way - - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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