Last night, dew had drenched
the dried meadow of life,
the sky inclined with
beautiful manner
towards the
earth,
In each particle of a planet, a
sensation of potency, the
The rebirth of passion
filled by autumn
wind, on the
leafless
twig
Tender sprouts are waiting for
the virgin ray of early dawn,
The somnolent face slowly
making the space on
the chest, a touch of
sizzling lips, the
condensed
desire,
in sequence, passing through
the muscles, bones, blood,
entire persona now in
dominance of your
thrilling grip,
life going
towards
the totality, from the physical truth
to the mist of celestial bliss,
comprehensiveness of
A loving soul is the
unexplored
mystery,
- - SHANTANU SANYAL.
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