RUNE OF WOUNDS

the way we believe that happens to happen
as reason courses upon in time and space
belief when fails to be braced up by the trust
lest we lose the love of rune by apprehension

passion seems to suffer in its own way
at times tear comes into eyes like rain
pain riffles through the rune of wounds
thirst when bestirs by the dream of love

are we not too small as stream eternal springs
sorrow may even pervade the vale of tunes
time takes its own course to heal up the wounds
hope still drives the path across the mist enshroud

Dr subhendu kar

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