some inter-fusing color of twilight,
as usual the sinking sun
leaves its floating
lambency on
the chest
of sea,
some familiar knocks never forget to
scatter the muffled fragrance,
some forgotten affinity
often peek across
the drapery
of pain,
however, the life has no other option
except to deal of secret smile,
undoubtedly, the desire
to live erases all the
deep wounds
in natural
way.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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