THE BLESSED DROPLETS - -

The tippy canoes of emotion or
the dew droplets of rosy
leaf, do not know
where exists
your love,
tho' everything has predestined
period for presence, in
spite of that the
life desires
a lot !
some fragrance remains in the
soul let it be free from all
mundane shackles,
perhaps in
your
eyes exists the mythical tree of
bless, which revives even
the extinct river of
desert !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL