The Dust of Time and Tide

by Debalina Roychowdhury

The picture wore a cover of dust.
The dust of time and tide unknown.
The palor stricken breath, cold and low
Fanned the dying fire, that outshone.

The agony sailed in the blue,
The crimson hue surged back alone,
It was my face that wore a cover of dust.
The dust of time and tide unknown.

16-May-2012

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Comments on this Poem

All faces have layers of dust on them, tai na? :) Some are apparent, some not so much! Very universal lines, these...

Sharmistha Sen
10-Jun-2012 11:19 AM

"It was my face that wore a cover of dust.
The dust of time and tide unknown"
Since I can now face my face, and face I must,
Time is a River, nourishing the seed of hope sown

Indrajit Bandyopadhyay
08-Jun-2012 13:34 PM

can't find any words ..it is the 'BESTEST' one...

Satabdi
25-May-2012 09:18 AM

no comments........i cant comment............in my opinion this one is the best bt still am confused whts the best amoung the two The Rain Drops n This one...........

Neelotpal
18-May-2012 09:56 AM

'The picture wore a cover of dust'
Disregard by time n forced accountabilitity
'It was my face that wore a cover of dust.'

i think it need to b commentd by ur own words of different sequence...

debashis

Debashis Jana
17-May-2012 12:51 PM