The Sun And The Earth – Poem by Deb Panda

It will sleep in a rare loop –
On wet heart of the earth –
And getting a welcomed voice,
To be locked into wild hope!
Coming with a crystal picture,
To denude a plea of the last rain -
Invites, closer and closer into eyes –
And be lost on a rare landscape!
It will, induce a smile –
To greatest of all virtues
In the sinful days of the age;
When darkness gripes into mind.
This land would be ploughed –
To dropp the silence of the seed –
Like a strange without backing,
It moves on path of odds.
A blowing wind lift erect,
To brake the hard frame,
Withal exception it enthralled,
In losing a plot, to empty soul.
The tree will hence –
Grow from charity,
In noblest frame to lead my heart,
And she will tread my path –
Uttered the child;
Towards disappearance into red sun.