Leave the impound door
I feel lonely,
That is an indispensable promise
The bewilderment comes down
That way the desire is kerchiefed,

Whichever, the beginnings of the eternal horizon are immersed in the metaphorical meaning of the other.

a lost cure for the way
Gales in your sight of moonlit
There is nothing ineluctable
Slightly undesirable variation
Still, banful spring
I’ll standing,
For the last wish is for swap

Maybe that’s how it ends
The old respite period of eternal life ;
Where the imagination of death in the uproarious laughter of love

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury