Friday 27 November 2015

THE DEVOIR - -

The blooming is the devoir for
them, hipped faces wait
for a glimpse of their
smile, and that's
reason they
blossom
even
in the beds of thorn, it's easy
to make cry but real art
is found in the heart
of a clown, the
life has its
own
way of recovery, only needed
the survival instinct, maybe
in the desolation of
Sahara or in
the ice
capped Himalaya, the life - - -
crosses all the
interruption.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL