Caravan of dreams - -

Caravan of dreams never halt,

it moves through all odds,

from desert to blooming

dale, from wet eyelash

to flicker of a smile,

life has its own

revival seeds

never

forgets germination, again we

will be the part of mixed

footprints, again the

deserted street

will be the

ocean

of happiness, again you will - -

knock the door holding

the bunch of roses,

again there will

be endless

chat,

just do not forget the address

of love.

- Shantanu Sanyal