Gentle fleck runs through the novel of the night
Desert yet burns desolate by the exile
Breath passes through the void
silence seems voiceless by the verse

the resolution of the last night
whispers to wake the heart surmised
Cry resolves to sob saintliness
When saddled with tears bemused

Still you do exist by the love of fear
nettling naïve exhausted by the nerve
breeze bristles by the void when quietened
As quitter of the quiescent dream as inkless

Earth quivers by the quake milling around
the parole of relict redeems by the rain of muse
yet stateless when veiled by the glooms of passion
As you slowly detract into the ruthless ruse

The stones when parse by the tranquility
When riffling through the ridge of rhythm
As you whines to ruffle by the gentle flow
The bloods defuse to smile by the vale of rune

Dr subhendu kar

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