did you exchange the conscience,
this is the angelic look says life
is beautiful, just touch the
pulsation of the heart
softly, feel the
moisture
on the
dark circle of eyes, I have seen the
valleys of rare blooms often
cockle in your persona with love
and peace, the chortle of
youth, innocent laugh of
kids playing on the
streets backlog
rainwater,
the raw
beauty of life, did you gaze at the
monsoon sky covered by
thick dense clouds,
a drop of emotion
had its own
a pathetic
tale,
several times it has flown from
the forehead to down the
chest, in the twilight,
someone collected
a few reasons
for survival,
shared
elation, a dream, had no monopoly,
night scattered darkness equally
on the earth, the blues spent
the eternal beauty in the
heart, from the
acropolis to
slum,
fireflies are inherent aesthetic land,
let lit the candles of love,
— SHANTANU SANYAL
streets backlog
rainwater,
the raw
beauty of life, did you gaze at the
monsoon sky covered by
thick dense clouds,
a drop of emotion
had its own
a pathetic
tale,
several times it has flown from
the forehead to down the
chest, in the twilight,
someone collected
a few reasons
for survival,
shared
elation, a dream, had no monopoly,
night scattered darkness equally
on the earth, the blues spent
the eternal beauty in the
heart, from the
acropolis to
slum,
fireflies are inherent aesthetic land,
let lit the candles of love,
— SHANTANU SANYAL
