as I wait to see the blue moon br the shadow still expands by the clouds br where each speckle of the wind mimes me br the moment of the time in its tone of truth br br yet not befalling when bemoaned br even not unnerved by the reeks of rune br still hope persists by its own tunes br as the day comes yet after the stormy night br br today is the truth absolute by the relentless effort br tomorrow becomes the history by the introspection br that becomes still irrelevant by the time in diffusion br grimace may turns the curtain by the darkness br br mirage is not truth by the vision when glaring br phenomenon exists when we trudge in scorching desert br dream may expire in its delusion as dying dwarf of shadows br rain of tears may precipitate all the folds by the dissolution br br apparent haziness of night becomes truth absolute br morning when dazzles by the rising sun by the mist of corn field br all seems o be crystal clear when delved from the darkness br the illusion by the passage would all disappear in due coursebr br Dr subhendu karbr br