Everyone is alone in this world, the relations have their own
way of recovery, what's
today you've given
me, the return
gift's desire,
could you
forget,
perhaps not, the life's reality is -
bitter, the art of exchange
exists in everyone's
heart, I do not
know the
depth
of your affinity, however, the - - -
dreaming somewhere
fills the cavity of
desperation,
and again
the life
runs behind the mirage of the self-
conceit!
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
