DEW OF THE DAWN <br /> <br />The art when swooned by the veil <br />Blue yet dazzles by the grace blushing <br />Dawn yet sparkles by the dew as awaits <br />Sun embraces all the blues by the warmth <br /> <br />sun when setting at the last round of the day <br />wakes up the impulses from the deluge <br />the rocked up splashes of muttering night <br />paving all secrets by the art of love intoned <br /> <br />the quest for ocean’s incessant blue <br />vale of tunes hiding across the pine <br />heaves up mountain’s tip lazing lone <br />pierces into the plumes still by sky blue <br /> <br />the waves when rave up across the moon <br />still it is thrills blue by entirety resonant <br />thrumming deeper meandering in conch shell <br />flanging the thrill from the shadow when baffling <br /> <br />the mystery be spoken of by the songs of cuckoo <br />night when expends biting its arms by the dreams <br />white lily yet basks amidst the gleams of passion <br />the soul driven away by the redemption <br /> <br />heart still melts by the jingling tunes of veil beyond <br />moments yet not befuddled by the arms of runes <br />but by the beams of eternity brimming blue <br />novelty yet unexhausted as intimate infinitesimal<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dew-of-the-dawn/
