As I am honored with grace impassionate <br />that dazzles in me and my innate grin <br />glamoured by setting rays in the sky <br />along the white clouds as cohered. <br /> <br />that boost me up like waves <br />in the sea with all its blues <br />when being cuddled in the spring <br />the lap of tranquil as in moon. <br /> <br />when the clouds moves apart above <br />it is the sun yet steeped in blood <br />promising of the love as prologued <br /> <br />as twilight descends slowly <br />i do remember the thrills of passion <br />as revered by the bliss of love <br />when reckoning to the flames of fire.<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flames-of-fire/
