couldn't sleep throughout the
ages, indeed, a person
doesn't understand
the real value
till some -
one
isn't lost in the anonymity, the life
often becomes just like a ring
without the precious stone,
and the hollow cavity
teases us for the
carelessness,
sometime
it's too
late, the familiar face disappears
leaving the shadow on the wet
sand of turmoil coast land,
and the dream of last
o' clock laughs
from the
mid stream, after that remains - -
the endless silence only !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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