Deb Panda Poems

This room is filled with smoke
But welcomes in twilight hours
And sour lies we tasted sweet-
Yours ’ old - voice turns far to quit.
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Tops are veiled beneath heavy clouds-
In chimney’s rise till limitless grey
Exploded along the reverse bang
And strewn as vivid images in eye
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Someone like a little angel -
Far in my, vivid fancy
Rose fluttering, perched in soul
Slowly, gently into youth.
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Oh Muse!
Weary droplets strike against the space-
Left blank in your quest of this birth,
Sails through dust, cold rain, fiery sun
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Waited! Smile of your innocence-
In humid summer, in its brief teen-
To be a citizen of truth, yours-
Endurance of those veins, fastening clan.
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Under this stately bright festival-
Of your memories, awake with moon,
When hustle of days are silenced-
In your august arrival, spotless with night!
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My days dawn for thee-bright,
Lustrous eyes- set for a smiling beauty;
When this world is at bleak, Greed
resting for tomorrow, her Unabashed Spirit.
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My world descends to the beauty!
Of celluloid company, who stares-
At those hiding eyes, sleepless for the spring
Sprang the prized possession-orange Wing!
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Oh Muse!
With quake of a breath vanished-
Bidding a say to his silent whisper-
When the cloak sticks to his mercy,
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Your face reflects upon these compact chambers-
Smiling and sincere-in fun, frolics
With bosom companies, schedules, lectures
Under the sun, unconscious world- yet to grip!
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