As I ramble on the milieu of grin <br />cared and carried by the flow green <br />yet maimed by the love as flower to bloom <br />as the morning waits for the sun to shine <br /> <br />exhausted never being bemused <br />though yet as bitter grim but sweetest still <br />lodged out breath as few hours to outbid <br />to reach the moon drizzling upon its gleam <br /> <br />even in deep dark yet braced by the love <br />when pierced even by the pricks of rose <br />in its petals as flesh oozing the blood <br />as blue by the moon when blinking to the sky.<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milieu-of-the-grin/
