Solitude Of Mid-Summer Poem by Dr subhendu kar

As I walk into the footprints of known unconcern
Concerned unknown from the legions remembering
Of those golden voices in my solitude of mid-summer
I stuck up for a moment with little tired bloods in hand.

when I browse through the tears of their toil wistful
across the winds of days lost-achieve dispossessed
The nostalgia raucously recoils over their walks
And the folds of beauty of the gets embittered.

I peep into creek of reconciliation sitting by side
of earthly man and matter in and around in-between
I falter to follow the patterns of blood or dust together
In searching summer or winter of tempered zones.

When I wish someone with little smiles in askance
I wonder to see their promises and portraits hung
Across the walls of silence beyond and beneath
with their love and hatred perplexed and entwined.