Deb Panda

Freshman - 729 Points (1992 / KEONJHAR, ODISHA, INDIA)

Eyes Of A Dried Sea - Poem by Deb Panda

Far flung, golden was the sea-
Upon a secular and tormented soul
Under the heaven of flowing love
Whose eyes, were weaved -bowl
One day it stood before me; storm-
By heartfelt pain cruised in bleak
And before I wads fueled into swing
That swung tuneful play; in shivering stroke
But once; we shifted by the second
Squirming, screening, down the wrath
Where all of those were made by-
‘Man’- whose pictures was bottom of earth.
Recall; all those broke the mending wall-
Upon fault, grief to toe on her
To bow, before our truce was proposed -
To insular call of a knave -I remember

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011

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