It reasons the warmth when chilled <br />Gracious delight to know the rising sun <br />to be shined as when quivering by the frost <br />when intense by the wind shedding the pains <br />the woes when alone may be flicked by <br /> <br />yet it rocks her up by shadows as dark <br />for all the raved up alphabets as when learned <br />whispering the love as when rambled <br />by the passion through latticed window <br /> <br />the light when goes away flicking bye <br />shadows as melting saddened by the glooms <br />into the room of its repose as wrinkled <br />yet in silence poised by the pretensions<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-passion/
