Golden Harp
Scrub your mind and make webs your harp,
Pluck them with your ivory fingers, they smart;
Raindrops from the ribbons of blue,sparkle the day,
Melody unmuffled, birds tuned in, take heart.
Pain drenched in rain, turns sedate, only harp
A queen's treasured bait for the abstruse lovers;
I am your angel you can say with pride,
As golden harp, the woven fate, uncovers.
Angels In The Rain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Vermillion Scythe
Form:Quatrain
DOE: 23rd June, 2018
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2018
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