THE TOUCH OF THE TONIGHT

as I can not but remember
the golden past yet of all relics
dislodged into the dusts of time
by the touch of the fossils
that reminds me the woes of the love

I cannot but forget the hurtful sorrows
being coursed by the remorse dark
the cutting edge of silence in the void
as when retorted by the repentance.

as I remember the warmth of winter sun
I simply loose the glimpse of love
resourced from the blue moon
as when glimmered by its cadence.

but I love the time yet of repose
that hold me tight by the gleams of tonight
in its arms of bliss as dazzled by all its secrets
when revered by the faith of truth as resigned

as when reveled by the trust as promised
latching on to the ripples of smiles momentous
reasoned by the blazing the glory of the love
as I hold in me the sacred touch of tonight

Dr subhendu kar

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