When the curves on the scarf of coral reef being portrayed
and I do in imminence remember in my dream assiduously
those pale faces- wistful, forlorn and muttered in oblivion.
When eyes unassumingly look back in anger out of redolence
To those golden shadows clogged on the dusts unknown
In mute grey confinement leaving me departing grimaced
The golden shadows lost by them appears to wriggle out
Behind as the slyly smack blithering into the sea smudged
Knocking off morning mist across its mused walls intoned
And smooching thought of my universe yet undiminished..
But those echoes of the silver linings once they raved up
supposedly slink into traffic square as the frozen breaths
silence seems to be crooned in grimacing and veiled sine die
on the spoiled plexus as if deferred by the borrowed moments.
Dr subhendu kar
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