despite that, do not know
from where the mystic
smoke has risen,
and the sky
became
the
rustic arcade, indeed some - -
shadows never leave the
persona, and we are
forced to live a
dual life, tho'
there isn't
lesser
options for the smile, however
the horizon of hope always
allures with innovative
dreams, we keep
the door open
as usual
maybe
one
day blooming season will come
back - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
