That bizarre path has no end, it moves
Through the fibrous net with multiple
Fold, numerous points have their own
Sovereign planet, a land of coral reefs,
The retinal gateway opens not frequently,
In a life, one or two times, emotional
Waves are very delicate, which makes the
Crisscross way as a fragrance of tuber
Rose, night fuses soul and body on the
Bushy chest of moonlit landscape, the
Extreme passion brings us to this point
To follow the path of the overall offering,
The midnight rain fills the valley with love,
Stranger but beautiful creeper freely
Moves explore the seductive origins,
The warmth of breath activates the lost
Link of ecstasy, viscous saliva boosts
Intensity, as lemon drops fall on the
Caustic soda, a giant froth, lifts and up,
Meanwhile, raindrops fall on the baked
Clay tiles create a mysterious but
Passionate sound, clayey, sweating smells
Merges the personas, champagne boils
Vigorously, flows consistently from the roof
To the climber of nocturnal bloom, rain
Sustained longer than the exchange of breath,
It’s still raining, we stretched the palm
To collect the pearl of gratification, on the
Sky Moon is trying to escape from the
Muscles of condensed nomadic clouds,
The roaring noise is slowly becoming weaker
And weaker, sleepy eyes need new dreams!
— SHANTANU SANYAL
