My thought

Bijaylaxmi Sarangi 

......

In my solitude, 

my heart ponders beneath 

the branches of my thought

Echoes spread out....
where my theme..is!

Stream of time is flowing
in the far flung horizon

consuming away all the glare n glow.

Bang of might n pride has become slow.

Many faces of love are taken to rest.

Many a birds have left their nest.

How raging the steam..!

In the scale of my vision.

still I am searching my face.

and my theme.

Erudite sun has arrived behind the nescience.

Calls me forth...don't recall.

what is past and what has gone.

Only make a silent part of the stream.

Then only can know your theme.