the emotions remained
invisible, silent, but
kept the moment
alive, often
we have
kept
the friendship with solitude,
the hollowness of so -
called affinity often
pricks with the
unseen tip,
however
the
life gradually becomes the
habitual of the sting, amid
the rose and thorns
there's existed
dream of
dawn
and we wait for the bright -
skyline, really it's very
difficult to get the
release from
the desire
of the
next
moment, tho' nobody has
the exact prediction for
the next moment - -,
just floating in
the endless
sky path.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
