The beauty when impaled by the dagger of age <br />When time would blame her bruised veiled <br />As I am the candle in the wind with smiles frozen <br />Tossing up in the rain like unstocked leaves. <br /> <br />her purple eyes yielding red roll upon <br />Conjured by love impalpable yet unseen <br />Being intruded into the void etching dusts <br />Of smiles that may be flirting to the fire. <br /> <br />her vision new fangled endless not yet eternal <br />Like a gentle sky nudging the dusty wind <br />Rambling like rain across lightening and fire <br />Stemming up the laughter of love intoned ever. <br /> <br />As she shines up on the steps in cascading <br />steeped in love bestirred by the applause attired <br />Beaming like a blue moon sky over fettered by stars <br />Staining the deep darkness from the night apart. <br /> <br />When it never uncovers her blindfolded as yet <br />As time would blush her bruised unearthly <br />And I am the candle in the air tossing up in the wind <br />May be like a rain bequeathing the smiles agile<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-am-the-candle-in-the-wind-11/
