Seasonal winds have their own compulsions, when they will
change the attitude no -
body can predict,
do not claim
more
than pertinent, sometimes the -
life becomes the desires'
stack, and the breath
becomes more
cumbersome
and soul
feels
endless thirst even in the heavy
rain, my friend ! nothing is
enduring, just discover
the hidden inner -
beauty of
survival,
where
exists the center point of relief - -
the infinite silence - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
