gathering of stars, in
the edge of last
o'clock, I've
seen you,
in the
emerging skyline alike the -
beautiful dream of early
morning, somewhere
in the blooming
valley you've
reflected
with
the beauty of moonlit daisy,
tho', it's the autumn end,
however, in your love
the emotions
remain as
the dew
dipped realization of winter
end - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
