As the Scenes Change
If I can not hold the bird
It's prudent to let it accompany the kite
When the hues take a distant flight
Won't it be a fun with black and white
Desires to become, we do have a lot of
Dense grass, blue sky, three kingfishers
The river, we have got, never looks back
Nevertheless, I smile in your mirror
Notebook and red pens beckoning us
Olive branches call at the window
At midnight, the moon gathers the guts
to creep slowly toward my pillows
While observing the pictures,
I fill many a pitcher
Drinking the embroidered water,
I become richer
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2022
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