Faith Of The Hours Poem by Dr subhendu kar

As we feel as bristle blue
by mere bouncing upon the wings
when eyes delves the truth
even from dream of the moon

as when glimmered by the glaze
yet by the beauty unequalled
to the riff of reason when blazed
by the faith of hours as swayed

as when accorded as the bliss
when refluxed from the quest
form each moment of morning
onto the last depth of night

and revel upon in the realm of passion
in the midst of stream eternal
swaying like a grass blade
across the meadow as when resourced
by the gleams of love when blue