as I smack of a feeling <br />touching the sky high as deep <br />pierced through the plume impinged <br />to harvest the moon! in me and beyond. <br /> <br />when i revel upon the flair in moon <br />as raved up by the moon in its muse <br />when it brims still shined blue <br />when I embark upon a thoughts <br />as impaled by the love bestirred <br /> <br />and I see the razzles on the leaf <br />thrumming still green bashful <br />yet with its time bejeweled <br />refluxing in me as I glare innocent <br /> <br />when winds on the shore betiding <br />lean against the river rippling <br />to draw a sportive art besotted <br />on the canvas of sands resonant <br />before it melts away by the breeze.<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-moon-flairs-blue/
