A Passing Blow Hails Down This Streets – Poem by Deb Panda

A passing blow hails, down this street –
To voice, a song; gestured in a broken rhythm –
Of sadism –of loneliness of her lost one;
Stiff down the incline; world departs to fame.
Through rushed strings of a heart; lost –
Through plights,
Of worry or of hunger?
Weakens to a storm, or rises above it;
Steers to the heaven;
Hails with the winner.
Upon days, birds chirp –
Winter blow away the bloom,
When moments cast,
by the fading autumn –
And doubts –
if I would wonder to its tale,
That for ages, for years of her pain!
The summer rain exceptional,
Clusters down the earth,
Like fertile earth –
Breathed the ire of the sun,
The midnight gale stared at him;
Mocked or laid –
To declare –
If he was true to Sun;
Denounce their win.