as I wait to see the blue moon <br />the shadow still expands by the clouds <br />where each speckle of the wind mimes me <br />the moment of the time in its tone of truth <br /> <br />yet not befalling when bemoaned <br />even not unnerved by the reeks of rune <br />still hope persists by its own tunes <br />as the day comes yet after the stormy night <br /> <br />today is the truth absolute by the relentless effort <br />tomorrow becomes the history by the introspection <br />that becomes still irrelevant by the time in diffusion <br />grimace may turns the curtain by the darkness <br /> <br />mirage is not truth by the vision when glaring <br />phenomenon exists when we trudge in scorching desert <br />dream may expire in its delusion as dying dwarf of shadows <br />rain of tears may precipitate all the folds by the dissolution <br /> <br />apparent haziness of night becomes truth absolute <br />morning when dazzles by the rising sun by the mist of corn field <br />all seems o be crystal clear when delved from the darkness <br />the illusion by the passage would all disappear in due course<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-moments-by-the-time/
