vernal whisper glints in mango grove
leaf sways stooping over jingling tone
melancholy scribbled by ink of mystery
i am yet not stranger by the hiatus feel
sun wishes the grin by the warmth
gleams of light bestirs to green
crawling baby may fall again
never yet loses courage to stand again.
ripple reels through breeze
storm yet shatters hanging nest
bird still sings by lone voices
as room of warmth in the next home......
Dr subhendu kar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soliloquy-12/
