and strange faces have no
differences, the life just
accepts whatever
is found on
the way,
from
here, the path of survival has -
nothing for regret, it's the
peak of saturation, all
desires from here
become stoic,
and the
life
feels the silence of a distant - -
cloister, where wandering
souls get deliverance,
the whole world
looks just like
a colorful
bubble,
just
flying away from the open palm.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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