the pangs of pan freckled <br />being thrusted by the rage of fire <br />out of uncertainty of the time <br />still in dark side of unknown <br />what may happen tomorrow <br /> <br />yet latching on to the dream and desire <br />across the time and space yet not precipitated <br />passion flies from the dust of the ground <br />onto the top of blue dust intoned <br /> <br />hovering across the void <br />vastness of the sky expanded <br />twitchy bird flies in quest of breath <br />keeping all its earthly desire hotshot <br /> <br />folding across its flapping wings <br />storm may come on its way <br />flecking all its bated fear along <br />by the heath of each speckle of hope <br /> <br />the thirst for living of heartland frozen <br />under deep shadow of tomorrow <br />yet it returns back in a heartbeats <br />for its waiting kids hanging over the tree <br /> <br />the wind may thrash them down <br />along the rain drops <br />yet it counts the abacus of life <br />across the blurred voices over black board,<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-over-the-black-board/
