Quote by Debatrayee Banerjee

“And when the sun sets, it doesn't even matter. In a canopy of shadows, the life inside a soul never fails to peep through, as if a spark, a flicker holding on to that tunnel of hope, that bird of chained gallows. Yet in the shadows, a muffling voice keeps murmuring a tune that holds the chord of a surreal dream. They scream of scars yet each scar shines in the redolence of a fumed melody. And each time the breeze touches by, the setting sun smiles with a sketch of a dawn, a dusk that kisses the symphony of a crimson morn. And there in a sky of shadows lurks a setting dream, in a mirage of a rainbow, a rainbow of scattered stars, all along a setting sun. And when the sun sets, it doesn't even matter.”

Quote by Debatrayee Banerjee