the way we believe
that happens to happen
by the reasons to reason
in time and space intoning
truth when fails to beckon
belief braces up by the trust
lest we lose the bliss by the mystery
on the rue of reeks by apprehension
passion seems to suffer pain
in its own way by texture of mind
at times tear comes by nightmare
into eyes like rain in torrent
pain riffles through dark night
the rune of wounds allays shadow
thirst when bestirs on sand dunes
by the dream of love betiding
are we not too small
as stream eternal flows
sorrow may even pervade
rocking the vale of tunes
time takes its own course
to heal up the wounds
hope still drives the path
trudging across the sizzling mist
Dr subhendu kar
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