Beyond the words - -

It's not a rosy path or the 
meadows of a moonlit

night, but the 
journey 
never 
halts, goes on through the
up-and-down graph

of life, you're
still a
morning blooming rose,
the petals of love

often dispersed
the concealed
fragrance,
and life

receives the beauty of - -

survival, really some
emotions can't
explain by
words,

It condensed with the span
of age.

- Shantanu Sanyal