somewhere, amid the falling
leaves and winter end,
some memories
are still warm,
the life has
its own
way
of
search, again in the desolate
looking canopy, cuckoos
will play trick of nest,
that's the art of
survival
best,
do
not pause the flow of emotion
just let it flow along with the
hidden stream of deep
valley, tho' through -
out the ages,
nobody
keeps
the
promise of affinity, however - -
nothing is wrong to
promise once
more - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
