The Fault Line
You are my purple dream
I am your yellow window
In between yet a fault line
Taking toll yours and mine
Both indeed feel sorry
I am the enigmatic dusk
You are my emerging dawn
In between still a night
Taking toll from both me and you
Both suffer from dearth of dew
I am your Darjeeling tea
You are my cut glass bowl
In between yet a fault line
Taking toll from our river
Our feasible flowers get fewer
We walk and share our sparrows
Green grass smiles in the meadow
There too falls the night-like shadow
We do want to shoo it away too
But the fault line is a difficult fence
The malt-robber fault line
Disappointment dwelling in the spine
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26/11/2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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