DEW OF THE DAWN
The art when swooned by the veil
Blue yet dazzles by the grace blushing
Dawn yet sparkles by the dew as awaits
Sun embraces all the blues by the warmth
sun when setting at the last round of the day
wakes up the impulses from the deluge
the rocked up splashes of muttering night
paving all secrets by the art of love intoned
the quest for ocean’s incessant blue
vale of tunes hiding across the pine
heaves up mountain’s tip lazing lone
pierces into the plumes still by sky blue
the waves when rave up across the moon
still it is thrills blue by entirety resonant
thrumming deeper meandering in conch shell
flanging the thrill from the shadow when baffling
the mystery be spoken of by the songs of cuckoo
night when expends biting its arms by the dreams
white lily yet basks amidst the gleams of passion
the soul driven away by the redemption
heart still melts by the jingling tunes of veil beyond
moments yet not befuddled by the arms of runes
but by the beams of eternity brimming blue
novelty yet unexhausted as intimate infinitesimal
Dr subhendu kar
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