as I wait to see the blue moon
the shadow still expands by the clouds
where each speckle of the wind mimes me
the moment of the time in its tone of truth
yet not befalling when bemoaned
even not unnerved by the reeks of rune
still hope persists by its own tunes
as the day comes yet after the stormy night
today is the truth absolute by the relentless effort
tomorrow becomes the history by the introspection
that becomes still irrelevant by the time in diffusion
grimace may turns the curtain by the darkness
mirage is not truth by the vision when glaring
phenomenon exists when we trudge in scorching desert
dream may expire in its delusion as dying dwarf of shadows
rain of tears may precipitate all the folds by the dissolution
apparent haziness of night becomes truth absolute
morning when dazzles by the rising sun by the mist of corn field
all seems o be crystal clear when delved from the darkness
the illusion by the passage would all disappear in due course
Dr subhendu kar
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