happening, the soft sun -
light of winter and
so-called their
deep affinity
never
remained abiding, the flow of
time and the increasing
wrinkles of the face
believe me
never
compromise, tho' mirror exists
in its place with hiding the
shades of bygone
era, when the
sun sank
into
the depth of the lake, and the
clamour of the old banyan
tree became silent,
believe me you
look more
nearby
tho'
there wasn't anything around
me except the lampblack
darkness and the
endless night,
however
the
life has to deal with every step
of the transitional path of
season - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
