smoke from the sleepy blue
mountains, a little bit
inebriation in the
gentle wind,
it's the
conflux point of monsoon end or
you've been dissolved the
inner beauty of love
in my emotion,
scattered
clouds
are reminding the wet pages of - -
last night, still, someone is
contained in my breath
alike the raw, wild
fragrance, the
life looks
more beautiful than ever, there's
again, new dreams are
emerging in colorful
sequence,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
