boundary, it ties the lands with
unseen bond, as the birds
of sky path just know
the flying towards
the unknown
swamp,
but
still we fight for the piece of soil and
in the name of envisaged deity,
clouds never follow the path
of partiality, they pour
the rain with full
generosity,
maybe
the
smoldering land of Arab peninsula -
or the Malabar hills, the nature
never forgets to scatter
the inner beauty
for mankind,
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
