The tree still stands there <br /> Providing the place to hide <br />gaze of fate can see it and surrounds us <br />inner caverns of recluse, your weeping places, <br /> filled with the echoing voices <br />from all the ages <br />holding the strings of voices you avert a fall <br />in vain you search for a dullest corner you reconcile <br />but people from all quarters of time <br />endlessly evoke a listener in you <br />tells the stories of lovers, kings, martys, holding nothing back <br />you float like the fallen leaves <br />your eyelids can no longer withstand drooping <br /> you escape to a dream unsay able<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gaze-2/
