Allusion Of Amble (Rhyming style)
#allusionseriespoem -26
A green tear laughs in the eye lashes,
Silence grips me again, with wires,
A whisper sadly struggles in burned lips,
Life collapse in waxy illusions..
Stroked lights with fragile wings,
Make soul silent, thirsty and so ravenous,
The step is erased in the heavy rain of silence,
In first shakes of the thrilling patience..
The heart weaves only blue cloths
Of too long threads, of hermit longings,
The quaver dream on the dark wings
Butterflies rest in the grass of facts.
Yellow rains sift lightly over the eyelids,
Can water again,live in circles
Grow a crust near the eyelashes,
It blinks in the mind, in foul sensations.
The eyes waits, in the deserts,
In the deep empty gray, quarreling with clouds,
On the balls of dawn, they creats twist feelings
Question of silences and shivering smokes arises.
My heart laughs rudely on me with pains.
An allusion of amble remains in vains
A finger of time seldom stirs in silence,
Dreams of fire pass, with wings of ephemeral sparks.
Scripted by
Manoj Kumar Panda
Founder and Chairperson Of
SURYODAYA LITERARY FOUNDATION- ସୂର୍ଯ୍ୟୋଦୟ ଭାଷା ସାହିତ୍ୟ ପ୍ରତିଷ୍ଠାନ
