have no boundaries,
again desires are
splashing in
the palm,
that's
love
or droplets of the first rain,
difficult to say, often
life wants to get -
wet, uplifting
hands to
catch
the
dust of clouds, searches - -
the lost childhood, the
life chases again
towards the
rebirth!
- - Shantanu Sanyal
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