Deb Panda

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

In Weak Eyes- - Poem by Deb Panda

In weak eyes, left a few far from dust,
Upon which held for today, merit
behind mind and quickening,
I see to far led..
In tumult, it rose past wonder when
morning bell tolls for departure-
To dismay in glow, faith in stander
how often mounted, impossible mass upon fear..
In weak eyes, he sees the nerve
dying out of wind, tilted to cutter
far before these truce caught raid
far to days;
Swift of a fair-weather….
No more Night grope into light and lamp
also sweep truth I held for dead-ridden men;
all be billed- the fact exist or available?
Far this mind has cried…..

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 25, 2011

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