self-deception, gradually mixes
into the sea, goes silently
beneath the massive
waves, accepts
the rendition,
the sky
looks, surprisingly, her inclination !
on the way stony wharf, fixed
vessel, the tree ficus
religiosa, offering
flowers, floating
lamp on the
plantain
stem,
all receded far away as the soul -
left the corporal planet, when
autumn knocked on the door
of nature nobody has
the crypto – lane,
the desires
become
on that
moment of the pale, stale, dry leaves
falling down the surface in
acrobatic way, blues
laughs loudly, the
wind has no
certain
destination, who knows where to
continue the travel of life,
the floating on the
wind, looks too
beautiful,
river now into the dense chest of
ocean, forgetting gradually
the address of origin,
now her identity
has different
look, it's
destiny !
--- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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