Years Halt At This Passage Of Wind- Poem by Deb Panda

Years halt at this passage of wind-
Through the lanes of moist memories
Upon lonely quarters call, above the sky,
Her company -mirror of this soul arrives.

With tears and buffer, flashes of bygone-
Haunted in the primacy of loneliness,
With a voice to counter all those evils-
A shoulder to rest- conscience in crisis.

You descended - when darkness delved to stifle-
Blossom of the lotus-upon the meridian of my pen,
An angel - sent by the mighty, to console, writ-
Virtues- inherited with this birth, did not wane!

And tomorrow, flashes with the ethereal truth,
Disallow to be called- for gift of the heavenly morn,
Arrive with lives of millions ages, transcend-
The lengths of life, earth, smiles -the sun!