To Friendship Poem by Deb Panda

O' Wind! O' Wind!
Stare! For that flutters through -
Down busy streets of the sun;
Through grain fields, wee hours we bow -
Far behind the Gloom, of despaired forlorn!
Gently, sing the song of virtues, bestowed -
Leaving with living -the lighter wind -
That came across - of hostility, of woes -
And winds back, swing into the Land,
Mirage turned, Ploughed for Years of Ages,
In mirthful eyes, the voice has reverberated.
Within the soul -crept the witness soul -
Of frights, cloaked beneath thought of the Dead -
Flashes, transcends the mirror of will -
Sung of wrinkles, of weak for the days alighted.
Lift the emptied soul; active in depth;
With pulsating fleetness and peace, lived
Of pulse to beam with the earth -
On deep sediment; slept the words unuttered -
They played, of smiles, of joy and of unmoved faith.
O' wind! O' Wind!
Years silhouetted behind the face; the Evening,
Of sun, of cold gesture -"Friendship" all they sung.