It is the rain by the evening hours <br />Shower when rocks up the walks <br />I lie lonely amidst the chilled snow <br />yet delicate scent riddles the crowd <br /> <br />the flavor of the wetly flower reels off adrift <br />trees and the leaves seem to swoon sigh <br />thirst of summer’s cry all reasoned to quip <br />onto the day of its ecstasy rooted to bleat <br />as I have been tingled wet by rains of blue <br /> <br />Still I tremble indeed by the tine of fear <br />Love still blemishes the fallen tears <br />Lest be not lost into the reeks of the fire <br />I know you may tender me by listless queries <br />Sun when hides beyond and beneath tonight <br /> <br />embracing the dream on the sprain of pain <br />I love to lie low in the room of the remorse <br />let the novels tonight be the memoir of yours <br />dream when roars moon still hanging high <br />love never grows old even by the ruins in smile <br /> <br />dream as happens to happen by the passion <br />no matter of being far away as I am by your grace <br />arm of love when soft and subtle flows entwined <br />over the meadow of the green bestirring by grin <br />ins and outs of world when transmute to rain <br /> <br />birds flutter when eyes stray from its door <br />as half breathed bone and half transpired <br />path when wound from love to hate <br />roots of deep sea ruefully return home <br />but love never be grown old even disowned<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-never-grows-old/
