on the glass, and
the melting
fog have
their
own experiences, own
tale of silence, but
one thing was
common
amid
us the beautiful dawn -
believe me, again
the sky of blue
mountains
are
stretching arms, again
underground stream
has desire for
emerging
among
the inclement path of
silvan - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
