Droplets -Unheard Poem by Deb Panda

Oh Muse!
Weary droplets strike against the space-
Left blank in your quest of this birth,
Sails through dust, cold rain, fiery sun
And all that drives, to your angelic earth!

Oh horizon! The fire is rekindled-
If; you are with all happiness, pride
You preach, away from sight, run
Restless, angel's claim, on dust- my words.

Oh Muse!
Tidy afternoon acclaimed it's immortality-
With your smile, blinking vision,
That steals a glance from futility-into
Prologue of my script, they never discern!

Yes! This fragrance is lasting, with earth;
Cheers, screams -raising my spirit damped-
In daily aftermath, stealing moments to alight;
Unheard, unrequited -fire to guard!

From coldness of running chore-
The sun, moon, stars, inert bodies-
All-witness of his teary account,
Fearless, death doesn't resist- eternity guides!


If; Oh Muse!
Come down, still in the cold sun-
The tallest among crowds, in gloom,
The vivid art, living with your smile;
Doesn't belong to world -ab0ve the storm!

If! You can-
Feel this fire of icy coldness-
Dreary in eleventh hour of state;
Find in rhythm, his longing quest-
Truth behind every droplets, moisten spirit!

And Yes! You discover joyously-
This window of my soul to universe, mirrored,
Soaked gladness, for this fire-green-
All else is futile, except this truth;
All quest is requited, with your glance;
Upon this journey of blank papers, forth!

Oh Muse!
Yes! The lords blessed - all pain bloomed,
Alighted blushing smile- knowing this pain & truth-
Of ages, far from our company- the earth,
The Sun, Moon, inert bodies, We rest.