When the curves on the scarf of coral reef being portrayed <br />and I do in imminence remember in my dream assiduously <br /> those pale faces- wistful, forlorn and muttered in oblivion. <br /> <br />When eyes unassumingly look back in anger out of redolence <br />To those golden shadows clogged on the dusts unknown <br />In mute grey confinement leaving me departing grimaced <br /> <br />The golden shadows lost by them appears to wriggle out <br />Behind as the slyly smack blithering into the sea smudged <br />Knocking off morning mist across its mused walls intoned <br />And smooching thought of my universe yet undiminished.. <br /> <br />But those echoes of the silver linings once they raved up <br />supposedly slink into traffic square as the frozen breaths <br />silence seems to be crooned in grimacing and veiled sine die <br />on the spoiled plexus as if deferred by the borrowed moments.<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-shadow/
