The voice of love was melded by the screams unheard
And was abided by the iniquity that kept on saying,
The breaking away time was felt by the weeping unobserved
And was shammed by the smiles that kept on retelling,
The engulfed days of zests by the writings left isolated
And was mirrored by the images of hermit souls of bonding.
The eyeses of faiths was dismayed by the treason besieged
And was beset by the malady that breathed sinning,
The aroma of red roses was reeked by the blazes reddened
And was tinged by the eroses that revived on wounding,
The shed of blood by the stream that was left spouted
And was mirrored by the images of devotees of pledging.
The esthesis of bonheur was born-again by the esthesis disgraced
And was eluded by the span that panted abasing,
The savor of buoyancy was maneuvered by the griefs graveled
And was defamed by the sarcasm that haled on mewling,
The drops of tears by the eyes that was left dazzled
And was mirrored by the images absorbed so recalling.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2010
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