yet world sways by sweet breaths
glimpse of truth douses in undertone
some are sung by our own melody
some are yet unsung by the reality,
still there are what we don’t sing
by sacred will of swearing mists
and we do accord implicit of art
until blood flows in deep red,
breath comes out enlightening soul
genesis of newness adheres to world, .
that is what our quest eternal onward
seemingly resonant being riffled in blue
furrows and cliffs of borrowed time
seal off unspecified quantum of legacy
to posterity for records in history
we need to recall those miffed voices
haunted breaths somersault in us,
do we ever forsake those unknowables?
keeping shadow of inevitability betiding
by the necessity own reeks of irrelevance.
Dr subhendu kar
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