The wind blows by the leaf <br />Leaf sways clinging to the illusion <br />Love when smelled by the skin <br />the half bared beauty when swells <br /> <br />May be by the breeze or the storm, <br />But green glows across the grin <br />Yet it knows one day would fall <br />Tossing up in the air uncared beyond <br /> <br />Senescence may ensconce the cry <br />bristling upon by the dust universal <br />shadow still pierces into the passion <br />storm yet rocks up the door of desire <br /> <br />yet the breath flusters by the appellation <br />knowing its room when pillaged <br />discerning the pain by apocalypse entailed <br />the icy draft of dissolution when espoused <br /> <br />the infinite world of silence by elusion <br />when it looks dull and limited from distance <br />yet not the story apocryphal by the carving <br />dream when dismays when rucked up<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-leaf-and-the-wind/
