Across The Veil Poem by Dr subhendu kar
Across The Veil
Rain yet reasons by the clouds
Tears falling when gleaned by the eyes
Moon simply disappears by the shadow
Breath when stunned red by the bolt from blue
Heart seems to burn across the wild veil
Ocean still stalled by the waves when unnerved
Terrors of fire in wild forest when blistered
Love when reeled in the corridor of tunnel black
Head seems to rile by the thunders
Truth never be trusted even being true
Rhythm when lost to ember glow
history when unveiled by the fire in the grave yard
Love when wrapped by the sorrow
World still marches ahead over the tormented
Red crab on the beach takes the shelter
In its nest hiding from the oceanic storm
Time changes, rose fades off by the curtain
Still twilight comes by the end of the day
When cow boy still hears the throttling fear
Voices shattered waking by the nightmare
Yet the bell tolls – it is end of the day
This is a very busy poem, many observations that have to be reached, related to the thread of thought. Not easy thing to do and yet these readers love it so very well done for that.
Discord and harmony play cat and mouse in this evocative poem that uses metaphor like the painter uses color. Majestic landscapes, insignificant small creatures and the timeless issues of right and wrong coalesce in this finely sculptured poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You are a superb word painter. I can hear that bell that tolls the end of the day. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
A powerful write Dr. Kar! Wonderfully expressed as always! ! *10*! ! Best regards! Friend Thad
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Time changes, rose fades off by the curtain.......... Yet the bell tolls – it is end of the day Death is the mother of all beauty..........Impatient time follows and breaks the thread and make us free forever...the expression is deep and moving..