To whom to answer for the query
Being eclectic & attenuated to time
I emerged to a occasion irresistible
When curtain would rise to their blues.
I nodded being obliged to the promise
Set forth on to the stream slithering
Beyond the horizon exotically toned
Just because to the need of my will.
They may break up someday willfully
Tempering my willy nillyl gesture imbecile
When their query outweighs their will
They may beat them down fiercely frown.
All their dreams when finds all in the clay
A savoury unmasked that precipitates amazing
To make them all lone birds blubbering
To tune to my shoved off query in answering
As on time I am still alive imbecile
In the hands of time yet detracting
Blurted out to all the blues deflecting
To my horizon once you asked for seafaring.
but to all our queries we made to each other
either we all are not dead or alive together
since we don’t smack of being in wanderlust
to the millions of questions relaxed in. prescience
As on time, we are all here within vanishings
Amidst the stream ever flowing to the promise
Made to each other all the while pervading
When all, the dark night & white day begin to withering.
Dr. subhendu kar
Day and night do wither so silently leaving us to wonder at how time has flown from us without giving us any answers to our queries. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To the promise. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.