yet the sky blinks in silence
even the flower blushes in beauty
with its fragrance diffused in radiance
reveled by the glance of beholders
when fountain smiles in its spurs as mellowed
yet in a rack of milieu a mirror invisible
as I peek to the sides yet staked in blue
looking into the patches of plumes
abrupt alone, as clouds of dark and grey
sweeping over the rainbow.
the reeks of pain as mute
wakes me up from the regress
the telling its woes as in sorrow
yet into the depth of wee hours
a time for a reason as when mellowed.
a quaint thought of repulsion as mystical
when coursed by a distinction in distraction
the faith of love and belief as the myth
all yet blur like a weft of shadow when bemused
Dr subhendu kar
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