tho' some emotions are just
smouldering like the
bonfire of the
night end,
again
some dreams are sitting on the edge
of the wet gallery, still, there's
the fragrance of wild
jasmine, still
you're
very near to my heart, tho' it's the - -
matter of perception that how
much you have been
dissolved in the
inner depth,
it's not
so easy to define in the words, affinity
remains always under the mist
of pin drop silence - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
