pain of each other, still in your
eyes floating the pieces
of dream, do not
hide the pain
of silent
prick, in your lips some unexplored
stories are distraught, just
unfold the secret of
last o'clock,
still, life
has the untouched desires, do not -
twist the face, the flowers of
hope are calling you from
the remote vale
of profound
beauty,
just share your emotion with some
one, believe me, the life will
be again alike the stems
laden with flowers,
emerging from
dense mist,
do not
forget to response the echoes of - -
skyline, miracles have no
prediction, believe me
in your eyes, still
there's some
wet zeal.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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