where had you been to the query of dream
leaving the night and darkness yet apart,
as the leaf stripped off from its stock
stillness when pervades in its room of blood
as in the midst of legion’s stream
searching the friend yet of love
but of no avail that happens to happen
as when blanked by the winds of winter
yet all seeming chilled even the blue
yet I see the dawn in dream coming true
with warmth of the day when I ramble true
looking to the sun crooning to the east.
Dr subhendu kar
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