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
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