never divagate, in the clump of the
artificial light the inner flicker
always remains live, tho'
wild vines get dry,
but leaves a
space
for
re-bloom, in the root of bougainvillea -
eagerness for survival never dies,
it reappears with colorful
glamour even in the
ruins, desires
never die,
tho'
tyranny of time has its own tale, some
another day we will think about
that, in the depth of your
eyes, the reflection
of love is still
flickering,
and
that says life is beautiful just look from
the inner vision - - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
