***it Is But Natural+++; Poem by Dr subhendu kar

it is but natural
as some one so dear and near
as when away from home unrequitted
quest still persists by the remembrance
soul seems to cringe by the fall of dry leaves

time when flecks blood still intones within,
lightening within may flints into eyes
tears glean in the pool of pupil
the heart seems to surges by the storm
lest be infected abrupt into vale of tunes

Eyes looks on to street meandering
onto the last bit of traffic square
heart breaths faster by the glooms encircling
bird yet flutters into the wind when chilled

the breath flows incessant yet frenzied
blowing heavily by the rain of fear
yet the thunder squalls in the distance
shadows cover black deep by the darkness
hiding the sun, stance trembles as waned
by the resonance of obscurity of smiles

shadow yet flickers seeming to be shuttling
between home and window pane beyond
blood stiffles by the unkempt thoughts
fear freckles into night when snuffles deep