Holding on to that spirit still
Difficult farewell during the Light spill
Bequeathed solemn time stare
Wishing to know whether I care
Primaeval events reappear magically
Narrating the time to come, candidly
Eyes cannot see the stretch of bygone
All that is true is the new dawn
Passive contemplations of life
The profoundness of silence is still rife
What the soul’s will holds
Emerges slowly from light’s folds
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I’ m nor used rhyme in your poetry. It’s a nice shift though.
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I’ve used it occasionally in some of my earlier compositions.
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