Orange Band! Poem by Deb Panda

My world descends to the beauty!
Of celluloid company, who stares-
At those hiding eyes, sleepless for the spring
Sprang the prized possession-orange Wing!
And curly strands find its crafts-
Weighed! In upheld vision of perception
For the world fails to recognize-
Tryst of weary eyes; clouds dot-less sun!
Veil; the rays carve to gather-
For it centers, beautiful verses of her
Strides –lord takes it to mercy, bestows,
This pleasant mark for his Prayers!
Evening! Cruel Sun never be on the way -
Hurriedly, smiling at the pain-untold today!