THE TOUCH OF THE TONIGHT <br /> <br />as I can not but remember <br />the golden past yet of all relics <br />dislodged into the dusts of time <br />by the touch of the fossils <br />that reminds me the woes of the love <br /> <br />I cannot but forget the hurtful sorrows <br />being coursed by the remorse dark <br />the cutting edge of silence in the void <br />as when retorted by the repentance. <br /> <br />as I remember the warmth of winter sun <br />I simply loose the glimpse of love <br />resourced from the blue moon <br />as when glimmered by its cadence. <br /> <br />but I love the time yet of repose <br />that hold me tight by the gleams of tonight <br />in its arms of bliss as dazzled by all its secrets <br />when revered by the faith of truth as resigned <br /> <br />as when reveled by the trust as promised <br />latching on to the ripples of smiles momentous <br />reasoned by the blazing the glory of the love <br />as I hold in me the sacred touch of tonight<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-touch-of-the-tonight/
