Vermilion  rays of hope

caress with its  timicl finger

As serenity brims in

at the alter of solitude

A love man stands at his cliff

A few faded leaves autumn at its fall

Like churning spirits on life platter

The divine batles  dense

At the pane of visions

Pearls of thoughts condenses

Another medicine morning

But mind flows tangent

Neither following curved straights

Or empty crooked circumferences

Like pied pipes played his pipe

and left those gates forlorn

Peace can be found everywhere

in hours so odd going nowhere

may be its there in spring first freeze

or even in cold commented floors that freeze

By: Ayush Saha