barren land, flowers, river,
lush green valleys in
mist were also
welcomed,
then
why, the ennuied soul didn't get
an halt for the night, it moved
alike the Bedouin from
one place to other,
in search of
real
sustainable land, indeed, the life
has no permanent address,
it searches continuous,
there's no end of
dream land,
and
that nomadic instinct fills various
colours in the life - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
