The fairy tales are cowed <br />when fallen from the crowd <br />mucked upon the milieu of hunger <br />as if their gods are deaf and deaden either. <br /> <br />The patterns of living flicking down deep <br />Seem to have gone to the dust distorted <br />A dismal moment as I peeved back <br />Deflecting Into their bitten tones <br /> <br />Still a violence against the time dishonored <br />Reasoned and resourced yet dismayed <br />The fossils in its dead grave flinting the fire <br />As if quietly meditating and submerged <br /> <br />As they have never been quivered as before <br />the time fallen from the crowd yet unscathed <br />ridden by the rain as demurred beyond the vale <br /> <br />As if the fairy tale of raved up undertones <br />heard in nursery days yet unraveled <br />bleating and rasping within out of aspiration <br />dislodged unassumingly in totality<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairy-tales-6/
