the pangs of pan freckled
being thrusted by the rage of fire
out of uncertainty of the time
still in dark side of unknown
what may happen tomorrow
yet latching on to the dream and desire
across the time and space yet not precipitated
passion flies from the dust of the ground
onto the top of blue dust intoned
hovering across the void
vastness of the sky expanded
twitchy bird flies in quest of breath
keeping all its earthly desire hotshot
folding across its flapping wings
storm may come on its way
flecking all its bated fear along
by the heath of each speckle of hope
the thirst for living of heartland frozen
under deep shadow of tomorrow
yet it returns back in a heartbeats
for its waiting kids hanging over the tree
the wind may thrash them down
along the rain drops
yet it counts the abacus of life
across the blurred voices over black board,
Dr subhendu kar
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