As sky waits to lap up the blue moon in its crown <br />the shadow still expands by the rolling the clouds <br />where each speckle of the wind mimes the blue <br />moment of the time bespeaks in its tone of truth <br /> <br />yet not befalling when bemoaned by the ridges <br />even not unnerved by the rigid reeks of ruse <br />still hope persists by its own tune as attuned <br />the sunny day comes after the stormy night <br /> <br />today is the truth absolute by relentless dream <br />tomorrow becomes history by the introspection <br />still irrelevant by the last tide yet forsaken <br />grimace may turns the curtain by darkness grimed <br /> <br />mirage is not true by vision as glaring upon from distance <br />though seemingly exists as we trudge in scorching desert <br />dreams may expire in its delusion as dying dwarf of shadows <br />rain of tears precipitates in the furrows by the dissolution <br /> <br />apparent darkness of night becomes non-existent relative <br />morning when dazzles at the rising sun by the corn field <br />all seems to be crystal clear when delved from deep within <br />illusion by the passage would all whisk in due course<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloud-never-hides-the-moon/
