in the shadow of leafless
tree, like the shrinking
stream of summer,
you've still a
hope,
that's the unending way of the
familiar face, all were fellow
of springtime, I know,
you're still near
my heart,
tho' - -
rest is the tale of autumn, the
nudity of twigs, but believe
me the hidden shoots
have their own
beauty, if
not
today then tomorrow, the life
will touch the canopy, the
green dream is still
existed in your
eyes, 'cos
you
can not forget me, only misled
by the season for some
moment - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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