before the night fall
neither any regret nor any complain
every one has own made priority list
do not write the names,old left over emotions
zero expectation is the best satisfaction
presence or absence is not significant
duties to be performed in the natural feel
self creation --any thing live or artificial
always to remained ---closest of the heart
no one loves the dried out flowers-
colorless,odorless--its the human tendency,
liquid always flows to the downward
in search of new relations---different
destinations---new horizons
the wheel of life spins continously
in this drowsy and tired evening
shadow looks bigger than life
share was limited---how much received
or not,calculation was meaningless
never done, who loved or not, question
is useless,who knows, in next moment
what to be happened, smiling brushes appeal
to paint again, an worn old blank canvas wants
to live little longer.
----shantanu sanyal
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