muffled my body and
soul with the cool
breath as a
knock
of
monsoon, over the desolate
mountains, again some
gray clouds are
gathering
on the
skyline, life again looking - -
towards the green
dream, the warp
weft of dry
twigs
are weaving some new hope,
scorched moments have
again risen in your
blessed touch,
the life
looks more beautiful then - -
before !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of Barbara fox
