Storm On The Milieu Poem by Dr subhendu kar

Tired wiles and their captive breaths scuttling
Strawn upon the faces of fear on the hinge
With the fear of phoenix lest be not haunted in
When their bloods would turn pale and piffled

When my eyes in pity move across caravans
Slovene and cloggy while slummed up
Being lodged against the ensuing hurricane
Over the genes and cells in unfazed clones.

Their hopes and despairs stocked in silence
My feeling innate slavering pray upon God
And the doctors for their smiles graceful
Over the golden voices be again splurged on.

Oh the doctors let their lives be cherished
Once stuck blissful upon their mother’s dream
Be heard once again on this dust and dawn
Like the morning mists over cuckoo’s song.

Where upon I wait and watch wistfully
To those ill-fated tones slugged upon
the extended arms of milieu unacknowledged
among the restless crowds miffed in corridor


Dr. subhendu kar