it is but natural
as some one so dear and near
as when away from home unrequitted
quest still persists by the remembrance
soul seems to cringe by the fall of dry leaves
time when flecks blood still intones within,
lightening within may flints into eyes
tears glean in the pool of pupil
the heart seems to surges by the storm
lest be infected abrupt into vale of tunes
Eyes looks on to street meandering
onto the last bit of traffic square
heart breaths faster by the glooms encircling
bird yet flutters into the wind when chilled
the breath flows incessant yet frenzied
blowing heavily by the rain of fear
yet the thunder squalls in the distance
shadows cover black deep by the darkness
hiding the sun, stance trembles as waned
by the resonance of obscurity of smiles
shadow yet flickers seeming to be shuttling
between home and window pane beyond
blood stiffles by the unkempt thoughts
fear freckles into night when snuffles deep
The pains and sufferings one goes through when some one so dear and near as when away from home not answering, the darkness, the fear that seem to overpower., expressed in beautiful lines.
Dr Subhendu kar... it is TALL but natural.... that this is hallmarked by the flowing uniqueness of only your pen... aroha
I am mesmerized with the beauty of the whole write - its style, language, enigmatic and deep meaning...
lightening within may flints into eyes tears glean in the pool of pupil deep thoughtful lines, I always wonder about these great images which you pen so impressively... Abha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found your poem captivating, Nice one Doc :)