of rain in the mist, but
failed as usual,
something
goes
wrong often, the edge moves
away whenever the boat
almost touching the
anchor point,
however,
the
temple's evening prayer never
breaks its routine, that's
your love who brings
me through the
thorny path
towards
the
world of fragrant smoke, often
I forget the unseen pain
of soul - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
