and then there we see spectrum of white, <br />and still vibgyor hides in guise to behold, <br />are we not seven by wave of length beyond? <br />as rungs illusive spins through scarlet wine. <br /> <br />clouds trudge through wind onto dripping, <br />summer may meet rain being bestirred, <br />is not green of pine riffles in winter snow, <br />thunder still reels through storm ripping thirst. <br />, <br />things changes in space and time by necessity, <br />as evolution reeves through colors of creation, <br />metamorphosis tolls the bell yet unheard dole, <br />truth is what we don’t know beyond and beneath?<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evolution-39/
