It reasons the warmth when chilled
Gracious delight to know the rising sun
to be shined as when quivering by the frost
when intense by the wind shedding the pains
the woes when alone may be flicked by

yet it rocks her up by shadows as dark
for all the raved up alphabets as when learned
whispering the love as when rambled
by the passion through latticed window

the light when goes away flicking bye
shadows as melting saddened by the glooms
into the room of its repose as wrinkled
yet in silence poised by the pretensions

Dr subhendu kar

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