Nothing is changed amid us,as usual, the unceasing
bridge remained in
the depth of
heart,
tho' year is passed on its way
of the serpentine graph,
sometimes you've
forgotten to
open the
door,
perhaps sometimes, I couldn't
be heard the knocking
sound, however the
flow of emotion
remained
as
usual mountainous stream - -
there's nothing here to
account, just clean
the old mirror
with new
hope,
the blooming valley is waiting
for you - - that's the life's
real essence - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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