The wind is silent by the solitary scape <br />word when wordless swooning the rapture <br />yet across the furrows of the cliff extended <br />shadow when falling upon the glimpse of moon <br /> <br />yet the dread be despised by the reeks of pain <br />green still croons by the yonder cornfield <br />breath of anger redoubts the gleams of snow <br />night when fluffs color over rungs of blue <br /> <br />breath swaddles fast in the mango grove <br />by the wet fragrance of the earthly shine <br />Florence when shatters umbra by the eclipse <br />fragrance slowly conquers the art of love <br />silence be vanquished into captive undertones <br /> <br />the sands of time flecks away by the storm <br />shadow flies into the room of resonance <br />wind may not fall rootless time be staggering <br />Lilly still etches the gleams of moon even alone<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-glimpse-of-shadow/
