the beauty yet to expand and extend is unreasoned
the self into the nature divine with glimmered voices
revered by the bliss of resonance as bedecking in nature
like a trees green, sea waving and the blue sky uninflected

as sprinkle slowly by their own flairs primed of flames
never being befuddled of their ways in time continuums
still rousing to the tunes with their tears falling as dew
for blazing their beauty to the universe in all acceptances.

when morning starts each day with its newness unreasoned
never being rancoured even by its frozen winter yet ruined
but with many a promises more muses unflinching embracing
yet ever crooning in all undertones as happens to happen.

as when we learn to see the dreams even not yet conquered
across the mist of moments refluxed by the darkness night
but with the hope of golden voices to sing again in spring
as midst of hours hanging to the hinges of void continuums

we pledged unfretful for a rave in our moments ravishing
with all its love and life for the living unblemished yet
razzing together like rain in exuberance as we all exist
ordained to move steeped in beauty as the muses of spring.

Dr subhendu kar

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