Miller Of The Dew Poem by Dr subhendu kar

As we move by the journey
Spewing the breaths painful
when bereft of all the gods
edge when fragile by the riffs
riffles by ridges of years and age


as the unequalled stream by the ride
when gleaned by all tears and smile
rolling from the love thrust eyes
beaten by the love-obsessive ricks
for a long time yet of skeptical rhythm
as when remembered by the night


browsing through the moments past
when besotted by the mortal walks
the tangled foot prints out of illusion
when slowly smudges by dusts time torn
baling all the earthly longings attired
the sun when moving fast by the head
like a miller of the dew of the last dream...........................