As I descend from the door
to open the mail with hope of your love
I riffle through the pages of letter
Your lofty whisper creeps over my dream
the fragrance of roses bedazzles the mirth

eyes yet bestirs by the baited breath
to behold the scarlet red in your desire
blood when writes from the core blue
by the sweat fed ink of dappled colors

hope never broods of the mighty love
reason still awaits in askance to bleed
morning as awaits the early sun
passion paints the art of love in redolence

lest post man knocks the door in grey colors
the words of silence wrought in mute voices
unveil the pack of green by the riches of grin
still I await the deep art of queries by the soul

moon may come upon the hill top
dream lest be not sneaking into silhouette
passion deciphers the quest across the desire
time flecks away beyond the ripples over the river

Dr subhendu kar

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