A Vale Of Tunes Poem by Dr subhendu kar

would you sell my blood
to send me the pains
I would buy my universe
when snaffling in hands of apprehensions

the only door to defray the history
as wrought by the inks of blood
when unshaken by the errors
hearts still melts into the air

should you look at me
to payback my love
send me the smiles
for a day tout to the moon
tunes when frayed by the ashes of blisters
yet fettered by deathless religion

would you talk to me
words bereft of all abetments
yet with a song in cadence
by the wonders steeped in art of love
cascading on a city square

garlands over the portraits unstained
as needed even by the stint of pride
the conviction as when flecking
the bleeding to love when rued in its room
over this vale of tunes when deflated