yet the sky blinks in silence <br />even the flower blushes in beauty <br />with its fragrance diffused in radiance <br />reveled by the glance of beholders <br />when fountain smiles in its spurs as mellowed <br /> <br />yet in a rack of milieu a mirror invisible <br />as I peek to the sides yet staked in blue <br />looking into the patches of plumes <br />abrupt alone, as clouds of dark and grey <br />sweeping over the rainbow. <br /> <br />the reeks of pain as mute <br />wakes me up from the regress <br />the telling its woes as in sorrow <br />yet into the depth of wee hours <br />a time for a reason as when mellowed. <br /> <br />a quaint thought of repulsion as mystical <br />when coursed by a distinction in distraction <br />the faith of love and belief as the myth <br />all yet blur like a weft of shadow when bemused<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belief-when-bemused/
