As sky waits to lap up the blue moon in its crown
the shadow still expands by the rolling the clouds
where each speckle of the wind mimes the blue
moment of the time bespeaks in its tone of truth
yet not befalling when bemoaned by the ridges
even not unnerved by the rigid reeks of ruse
still hope persists by its own tune as attuned
the sunny day comes after the stormy night
today is the truth absolute by relentless dream
tomorrow becomes history by the introspection
still irrelevant by the last tide yet forsaken
grimace may turns the curtain by darkness grimed
mirage is not true by vision as glaring upon from distance
though seemingly exists as we trudge in scorching desert
dreams may expire in its delusion as dying dwarf of shadows
rain of tears precipitates in the furrows by the dissolution
apparent darkness of night becomes non-existent relative
morning when dazzles at the rising sun by the corn field
all seems to be crystal clear when delved from deep within
illusion by the passage would all whisk in due course
Dr subhendu kar
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