the illusion in this way, that
we have forgotten the
truth of darkness,
but after the
night
there's always the existence of
morning, and that belief
never made me sad,
some beautiful
moments
in your
vicinity created undefined bliss,
tho' everything has its own
age but, somewhere
the pure love
crosses
all the exceptions, the flaming -
boundaries look it with
surprise - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
