The Calculator And Fountain Of A Dream- Poem by Deb Panda

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.

Quick and precise, I found my calls Awake!
For tomorrow, when she would be old -grey,
With plight, with ecstasy -brownish radiant;
I hold my nerves, into a disciple to see them fly!

Interest marks the living, I lingered with passion-
For the numbers, in magical fray of my brief show,
Above the horizon, dreams eluding from utter insanity;
From clutches, to be proud, glorious lest it proffers to bow.

To error- is the gift to eerie fiddle-
Would not vanish pristine coup of the real.