The clown's soul adopted the life
no one has seen the wet eyes,
I waited for a glimpse of
a smile in the
torrential
rainy
nights, performing the art of love
to everyone missed many times
to laugh for a while, the
magic of claps pulled
me frequently, I had
forgotten the
value of
persona, in the path of wilderness,
I sing the song to avoid the
nightmare, on the bridge
of emotion, walked
alone many
times, to
touch
the
evening blues, I dipped my fingers
into the stable river flow,
dreams emerge with
novel way, removed
the residue
continually
to see the
accurate
reflection of life, I found the self
hollowness has the slightest
pain, the bubbles of
happiness are
so brief
it
dissolves very fast but during the
survival distributes a lot of
rainbows, breathings
want to become,
in these
moments, the unseen river valleys,
set sail on the waves of
sentiments, life
wants to stay
in the ring
of the
show
dreams swing from one end to the
other!
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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