I'm the dew droplets of last -
o' clock, in a moment
I will be extinct,
soon as
the
sun rising, not so easy to avoid the
thorns, whenever, we aspire
to rose, however, the
dreaming is the
soul of
life,
the clouds had its own will, in the - -
midnight they were emerge on
the corner of northeast -
sky, but did not
rain, some
moment
has
its own a different glamour, indeed
they're free from alphabet.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
