there lie many a rungs of colors
the ascension yet onto the moon
on the strands of love blustering
clouds when all around intoning blue

flower blooms from the bud as the law
fragrance diffuses into the air betiding
tunes flow on the rune of passion
at times storm inevitable on the milieu
in its own way clock when stays back

the strong wind thrusts on lazing tears
cuckoo no more sings the song of autumn
rumpus lays its icy hand by the mystery
rumpling the gloss into a rigid frame of fire

tide loses its dream from the core of desire
as the web of sands redoubts the splash
vale of tunes seems to be rocked up
the lightening splashes the fire in eyes

legion’s street at criss-cross rucks up
i simply speechless behold the stream
meandering rueful across the snowfall
in furrows of love and hate yet undespised

Dr subhendu kar

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