the way we believe <br />that happens to happen <br />by the reasons to reason <br />in time and space intoning <br /> <br />truth when fails to beckon <br />belief braces up by the trust <br />lest we lose the bliss by the mystery <br />on the rue of reeks by apprehension <br /> <br />passion seems to suffer pain <br />in its own way by texture of mind <br />at times tear comes by nightmare <br />into eyes like rain in torrent <br /> <br />pain riffles through dark night <br />the rune of wounds allays shadow <br />thirst when bestirs on sand dunes <br /> by the dream of love betiding <br /> <br />are we not too small <br />as stream eternal flows <br />sorrow may even pervade <br />rocking the vale of tunes <br /> <br />time takes its own course <br />to heal up the wounds <br />hope still drives the path <br />trudging across the sizzling mist<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rune-of-wounds-2/
