goodbye when poignant in the valley of the tunes <br />morning never be the wishing by the tea cup <br />breeze when passes by the desire for trudging the top hill <br />hope yet slakes by the swing to touch moon or the sea <br /> <br />passion when exalts the freedom by the glow <br />purpose never be defeated by the brave man <br />gallant soldier still remembers his night by the home <br />the fight yet rigid in the frame of iron across the bayonet <br /> <br />it is not the cupboard love that you left the home <br />near and dear ones when remember with the grimaces <br />blood still intones by the vain never being saddled <br />shadow yet cuts the glow by the heedless haze <br /> <br />greens when surmise the sorrow by the mainstay <br />I will not be the same man as I am by the flame <br />yet the gray hair falling to the ground by the age <br />hedge still betiding of the the hours by the tears <br /> <br />askance glares the lamp post by bequesting the glow <br />the curve of smile when meanders away by the mirror <br />I will just remember the days embracing the pages <br />History still loves the brave soldiers who fight the games<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-when-betides/
