It is the rain by the evening hours
Shower when rocks up the walks
I lie lonely amidst the chilled snow
yet delicate scent riddles the crowd
the flavor of the wetly flower reels off adrift
trees and the leaves seem to swoon sigh
thirst of summer’s cry all reasoned to quip
onto the day of its ecstasy rooted to bleat
as I have been tingled wet by rains of blue
Still I tremble indeed by the tine of fear
Love still blemishes the fallen tears
Lest be not lost into the reeks of the fire
I know you may tender me by listless queries
Sun when hides beyond and beneath tonight
embracing the dream on the sprain of pain
I love to lie low in the room of the remorse
let the novels tonight be the memoir of yours
dream when roars moon still hanging high
love never grows old even by the ruins in smile
dream as happens to happen by the passion
no matter of being far away as I am by your grace
arm of love when soft and subtle flows entwined
over the meadow of the green bestirring by grin
ins and outs of world when transmute to rain
birds flutter when eyes stray from its door
as half breathed bone and half transpired
path when wound from love to hate
roots of deep sea ruefully return home
but love never be grown old even disowned
Dr subhendu kar
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