under the shadows of stars,
the lost childhood, often
weaves the unseen
dreams, some
small
happiness, the innocent aspire
often says, why we became
big, isn't possible to
get back the
lovely
past, alas ! those moments can
resuscitate, again we can
recollect the rain drops
in our tiny palms,
again we
can run on the downhill behind
the butterfly, again rainbow
looks like a talismanic
bridge to touch
the cloud,
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by alisa wilcher
