Oh what mellifluous tunes rippling by the breeze
when mellowed by the myth when embraced
rose when looks brilliant by the red
the art of magnificence razzles in glow
the beholder still stands and stares
the fragrance still respires by the green
the art when thought provoking by the petals
sticking all its colors of love when inkling
breath still expends by the blue when bestirs
sky lies grey in askance wishful of last moon
even when locked up by dark phase of the cycle
warmth seems to flint by the fire when besotted
sun yet descends into the ocean when wild
yet raves up by the bedazzled blue
eyes twinkles by the heart when intense
thrumming in by the quake of love in ascension
Dr subhendu kar
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