the pangs of pan freckled br being thrusted by the rage of fire br out of uncertainty of the time br still in dark side of unknown br what may happen tomorrow br br yet latching on to the dream and desire br across the time and space yet not precipitated br passion flies from the dust of the ground br onto the top of blue dust intoned br br hovering across the void br vastness of the sky expanded br twitchy bird flies in quest of breath br keeping all its earthly desire hotshot br br folding across its flapping wings br storm may come on its way br flecking all its bated fear along br by the heath of each speckle of hope br br the thirst for living of heartland frozen br under deep shadow of tomorrow br yet it returns back in a heartbeats br for its waiting kids hanging over the tree br br the wind may thrash them down br along the rain drops br yet it counts the abacus of life br across the blurred voices over black board,br br Dr subhendu karbr br