As I Am The Candle In The Wind .................. (11) Poem by Dr subhendu kar
As I Am The Candle In The Wind .................. (11)
The beauty when impaled by the dagger of age
When time would blame her bruised veiled
As I am the candle in the wind with smiles frozen
Tossing up in the rain like unstocked leaves.
her purple eyes yielding red roll upon
Conjured by love impalpable yet unseen
Being intruded into the void etching dusts
Of smiles that may be flirting to the fire.
her vision new fangled endless not yet eternal
Like a gentle sky nudging the dusty wind
Rambling like rain across lightening and fire
Stemming up the laughter of love intoned ever.
As she shines up on the steps in cascading
steeped in love bestirred by the applause attired
Beaming like a blue moon sky over fettered by stars
Staining the deep darkness from the night apart.
When it never uncovers her blindfolded as yet
As time would blush her bruised unearthly
And I am the candle in the air tossing up in the wind
May be like a rain bequeathing the smiles agile
I read your poem As I AM The Candle In The Wind, its a wonderful poem, very beautifully written, very complete and descriptive. your words have the magical power to take the reader within the lines and feel the charm of poetry. keep spreading peace and love through your words.
PALLAVI MISHRA A beautifully framed poem, the 4th paragraph being the best
marvelous........... I am the candle in the air tossing up in the wind May be like a rain bequeathing the smiles agile each line so wonderfully framed........love ur poems sir.......thnx for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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As beautiful and lyrical this poem is, I keep coming back to the first stanza and I am riveted to it because it states: 'The beauty when impaled by the dagger of age' reminds me so much of a lot of women reaching middle age and when they have no substance and strength and they just rely on their fading superficial beauty - they feel like age is a curse to them. I realize this poem is different to a lot of people and it is truly beautiful. Bravo! ! Dr. Kar