The beauty when impaled by the dagger of age
When time would blame her bruised veiled
As I am the candle in the wind with smiles frozen
Tossing up in the rain like unstocked leaves.

her purple eyes yielding red roll upon
Conjured by love impalpable yet unseen
Being intruded into the void etching dusts
Of smiles that may be flirting to the fire.

her vision new fangled endless not yet eternal
Like a gentle sky nudging the dusty wind
Rambling like rain across lightening and fire
Stemming up the laughter of love intoned ever.

As she shines up on the steps in cascading
steeped in love bestirred by the applause attired
Beaming like a blue moon sky over fettered by stars
Staining the deep darkness from the night apart.

When it never uncovers her blindfolded as yet
As time would blush her bruised unearthly
And I am the candle in the air tossing up in the wind
May be like a rain bequeathing the smiles agile

Dr subhendu kar

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