finished, curtains rise and fall,
in the corner of neglected
terrain some wild -
flowers as -
usual
fight for survival, some arid plants
have inborn beauty they never
wait for torrential rain, one
drop of dew is enough
to bloom in the land
of thorns, your
desireful -
eyes
do not let me sleep, they chase - -
continuously entire night, do
no know what are their
exaction, without
saying a single
word they
absorb
the
persona in the bottomless depth! -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
