is necessary for the life, the same
day and night often makes
the emotion so grey
and gloomy,
alas !
the innocent childhood, still calls from -
the far - flung, the rainy days of
mountains, the emerging
vapours, and the
kissing clouds
on the
peaks of lush green hills, somewhere in
the dense forest, Mahadev hills of
Balaghat, often life searches
those purple wildflowers
which only grows
in the rainy
season,
still
heart desires to run behind the shadow
of clouds, you remember or not but
my emotions are still soaked, as
wet before, though many
decades passed
we never
met
again, but desires never die, perhaps - -
one day I'll again cage you in my
palm as a firefly of dark
night !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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