the end the rain became a
little indulgent, that's
the phase of our
life, sometimes
unwanted
shadow
creates monotony, and many
times soul desires a slice
of sunshine, in the
game of hide
and seek,
somewhere, we become the -
part of childish emotion,
and the aspires to
touching the
body
remains as usual eternal, the
love never dies it's existed
in the depth of our
dormant inner
heart as an
ancient
temple of wilderness, it waits -
for generous priest, even
broken statue gives
the birth of new
flowering
liana.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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