The Passion Poem by Dr subhendu kar
The Passion
It reasons the warmth when chilled
Gracious delight to know the rising sun
to be shined as when quivering by the frost
when intense by the wind shedding the pains
the woes when alone may be flicked by
yet it rocks her up by shadows as dark
for all the raved up alphabets as when learned
whispering the love as when rambled
by the passion through latticed window
the light when goes away flicking bye
shadows as melting saddened by the glooms
into the room of its repose as wrinkled
yet in silence poised by the pretensions
awww, i am reading two kinds of poems here and that make sense.....may it be the sweetest sound.
It is time we are to ascend for we have reached the territory of a best friend. But friendships break even the best of ones then all me have established becomes undone. Your job as my angel is then complete because you have left me with only my pen and sheet. I am now forced to record what I feel to something unlike you and I, it's not real. I'm talking to myself, every single word I write to paper but what I'm saying goes left unheard. All this because of you my angel, you are no longer beside me though I beg and plea our friendship just wasn't meant to be. But do not worry my pen is okay For within my heart our memories will always stay, Forever... because a part of you will be with me always, to forget you Never...
Something tells me that this poem is about much, much more, than preseted here...or, am I reading a book into this poem? GOOD...as always! xxxElysabeth
Another beautiful write Dr Kar! Thanks for sharing, enjoyed as always! *10 *! Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:40:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Abstract…subtle say with nice imagery. Ten. dr. sakti