the silky cord in the unseen
hands, however, the
play goes on in
its way, the
persona
has
to compromise with the present -
script of life, visitor’s gallery
always remains in the
flow of uncertainty,
sometimes
heehaw
and
sometimes, the reaction moves
through the endless silence,
the life has to perform
his role with best
endeavor in
every
condition, fragrance should be - -
intact, even after the end
of breath - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
