when the golden dusts yet etching by the faith of trust <br />from somewhere within yet spilling into the milieu <br />as I feel yet fateful in deep ecstasy of nights <br />and I love the images of love when being refluxed <br />from the shadow of my dream as sourced by the faith of love. <br /> <br />yet the dream of love a stance yet unequalled <br />by the touch of the rainbow in all its secrets <br />as the splashing of the waves of gleams when eternal <br />are the raves up as the sacred hue as the blue moon <br /> <br />never yet end then there still persists till our time <br />onto the mingling of the tide even if ebbing yet <br />all the bits of dusts golden as subsumed into the totality <br />when in uplifting the soul by embracing the gleams <br />as when revered by the truth of love when divine <br /> <br />the dusts of bliss yet whispers the love when aspired <br />swell into the sky high in honor of the glory of faith <br />and the gleams of love onto the sea slushing when abased <br />when glimmered by the blue moon and the blue sea <br />yet in embracing the love in truth of trust by the faith of love<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-dusts-from-the-gleams-of-love/
