inner aroma which
doesn't make
the line of
division,
that's remained unseen -
but mobilizes the
quenchless
soul, in
his way, that's matter of
faith, if you believe
then, it's gold,
otherwise
only the
soil, indeed, it's existed -
in every breath, again
question arises for
verification, but
many riddles
remain
as usual unsolved, the
scattering mist has
its own beauty,
maybe it's
called
the mysterious deity or
something else - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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