been emerged on the
neem tree top, the
bougainvillea
has its own
gorgeous
beauty,
the
summer is knocking around,
tho' time never waits for
anybody, however
some dreams
never ends,
they often
return
with
innovative definitions, do not
know, what's harmony
amid the naked tree
and the flying
dry leaves,
some
unseen conversations often
remain in the pages of
mystic relationship,
like a fragrance,
imprisoned
inside
the
petals, waits eagerly for the
twilight - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
