Deb Panda Poems

Songs weaved out of prancing steps
in hurried summer, unruly rain-
for winter is brittle, fiery trips-
All pulverized! Past the humanly shine!
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Thou has swept a cradle song down winter-
Ages in lilt of the settling sun;
In musing spirit; far from the eyes-cast,
Hailed from divine, proudly her tune Pristine!
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Years and days, all shall sweep away;
Pausing before the crowded shelf;
Years shall leave, leaving behind lamps -
Flashes, smells-out of smiles, giggles and self!
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A dream; down the silky meadows-
Haunts; barges into the unruly thought;
In gentle steps; upon the shady staircase,
Flaunt these glee; arc of an unruly plot!
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Never did you look back
Princess of the painful spring
With tearful exuberance, for long-
Waited for the moon, sequencing.
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Here is the thought with unkempt look;
Combed her threads to hold;
The pain blooming in a tedious smile-
For this earth; in fleet styles.
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Grey, black and light; hails my eyes-
In the frail frame, on strong shoulder;
I rest in recline, a trudging thought,
For days that didnt intersect, into the harbor.
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Oh Muse!
You gushed through the fortress-
With a fresh gale of snowy rain,
Down my strings, flowing to unfurl
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On the shady branches, holds the bird
A piece of my tomorrow-coming in hindsight
When departure dies down with your eyes;
To tell, clouds-rain depart to unite!
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Days run with setting sun-asking my soul,
When shall it join- your holy confluence?
For the stream left with your footprints-
Days preserve your smile-vivid, pristine!
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