Comments about Deb Panda
You appear at this cross-
Upon the rising flame of earthen lamp
Lighted- in my evening prayer,
Flickering and steady with the wind!
I see you protect this pen;
With the dazzling shield-
When darkness delves deep into it-
Held high; with all kindness in reward!
Joyous- for this journey starts there.
And I reserve this flame for ages-
For my soul finds its temple,
That will go down generation, with undying luster;
Tomorrow -when they discover themselves in darkness!
Two Odes Not Married
Let not be taken, twice the plentitude merry;
Yet; little is, that worth not strove to loves worth
Fall to beating the bushy lane, amass worry-
Mess up, sullen hour and tears frozen, to path
To where, it started and passed, torments to bury!
Wonder! Not too stars of clatters heard-
In twilight-far, behind the hunger-lagged man
Into crank mine, equally to killing wizard
‘Cruel’ - sweep to their instinct- marry Life-