Heart when ingrained with joy and care <br />love seems to flow by the attic window <br />even the dregs of morning dew sprinkle through <br />wake the silence by the pairs of scissors of passion <br /> <br />heart when muffled by the mute hands of dream <br />yet sweetness drops in redolence of yet in addiction <br />wide open eyes makes the impression of illusion <br />the words of whisper cascades in from miles millions <br /> <br />gentle breath of evening blows steadily incessant <br />piercing the rosy clouds from the room of rain <br />the tree of goldmorh yet suave whims the jingles <br />pervading across the years of mute dusty window <br /> <br />the flairs of beauty flints over the riffs of delusion <br />night when deep dark knocking doors of delight <br />moon when hangs over the top of the trees <br />breath of fire blinkers to glow from the cellar<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dregs-of-the-dew/
