backwoods, still there is
the shrinking stream
of mountains, as
usual fighting
with the
seasonal changes and flowing
towards the ocean-going
river, indeed, keep
walking is the
gist of life,
winter
sunlight has its own glamour - -
soft sun rays create some
special effect of tepid
cognition, perhaps
somewhere the
affinity also
exists
in our heart, tho' the mirror has
its own saga, however the
emotions flow to touch
the withered edge
of your
love - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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