which increases more longing,
like the delicate branch,
laden with flowers,
touching the
lake
surface, somewhere the same pixel
appears often in your face, the
life feels alike the blessed
soul, in your blooming
smile exists the
missing
address of galaxy, believe me, I've
still the same desire to get you
through my nerves to the
heart, I've still the
same
passionate feeling, tho' the spring -
has been passed long ago - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
