in the crowds of metropolis,
in the peace of remote
monasteries, or in
the evening
prayer
of so called divine river, do not
know why, always, the soul
has returned with empty
hands, I couldn't get
you address in
the mystical
paean
of nomadic dervish, except the
silence there wasn't anything
at the extent of my vision,
someone emerged
in the mist of
mirage and
said
" whom you're searching that's
hidden in your conscience
just try to find it, as the
form of condensed
love for whole
the world "
it should be melt for all welfare.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
