My Lyre's Tune Poem by Soumili Karmakar

What shall the sky muse, if clouds spring golden by the sun's hues?
What shall the dream choose, if the unconscious mind still rhymes with the old lyre's tune?
I see the shrine of my father's abode,
Streams align with fountains breathing Purity somewhere heavenly near about.

Eyes I close, without uttering a word
I hope my prayers reach in silence witnessing his grace above in clouds
If ashes of holy Friday could save the sinking dawn
Shall he not guide those weary hearts fighting for my country's morn?

Reasons and judgement differ like winds of every season
A pure heart breathes in its dwelling place bestowing kindness as her life's reason
Wishes of soul that were sometimes left by others without any reason at space
Found a fertile ground to bloom, to make her strong in her own honest ways.

Years pass by hoping to reach the radius of the star
I shall remember the gaze untouched by the waves of bursting clouds in war,
Footprints carry the mark of legends
We live here, as the morning sings in peace
We live here, as the stars provide ease.


What if a day sits still beside the valley of beautiful flowers?
What if the evening was young again with its faithful fairies being nature's art?
What if the lost wand found its master after ages of search?
What if the tales we read, were skies in colours of blue and silver that submerged in heart?

The silver lining making two edges meet before the glowing sun
The pine trees are standing together in woods breathing along
The sun is casting his rays upon the unity of his sons,
And I'm standing here to believe the eternal beauty where my dreams belong
With the colour of thousand seas that never spoken in any discovered land
My faith is all that makes my tale rise with the lyre's tune being heard on shores of sand.