The last train of southward
passes as usual with
whistling, piercing
the chest of
night, the
last
o'clock reveals the realism
of broken dream, some
obscured stars still
searching the
safe haven
in the
lap of morning glow, scream
of sandpiper brings the
freshness in jaded
soul, perhaps
some -
where nearby exists the - - -
wetland, the life again
is ready for another
combat, indeed,
indomitable
desire to
live
never allows us to extinguish,
unseen instinct creates
the role of catalyst
and we become
again ready
to fight.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
passes as usual with
whistling, piercing
the chest of
night, the
last
o'clock reveals the realism
of broken dream, some
obscured stars still
searching the
safe haven
in the
lap of morning glow, scream
of sandpiper brings the
freshness in jaded
soul, perhaps
some -
where nearby exists the - - -
wetland, the life again
is ready for another
combat, indeed,
indomitable
desire to
live
never allows us to extinguish,
unseen instinct creates
the role of catalyst
and we become
again ready
to fight.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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