As I see her crooning yet in quiescence br in the corridors of tears reeling roused br quipping high yet stirred by the glooms of rage br when cooed as veil of tears being soused br br when we trudge with reeks of anger br as flouncing the light of love heaving apart br as petals of rose roughed out from the stock br yet gentle drifting apart seemingly doused, br br quietened as love of faith seems flossed to fear, br as the faith of love never yet be bemused br coursed intoned even truncated by the riff of rage br as the light of smooching muses with mirth br and triumph of love as quinessence when conqueredbr br Dr subhendu karbr br