some half bloomed flowers,
believe me, even today
in your pulsation
there's some
unfelt
fragrance of first rain, even in
this moment you want to
fly together the flock
of butterfly, in
somewhere
remote,
the unseen destination calls -
you with silence, in your
soulful eyes still
there's an
island
of unveiled divine beauty with
numerous blessing, 'cos
your heart has the
unmatched
purity.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
