Birds At the Window
Birds at your window
Are irresistibly fair
Tempest in my hair
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Gusto in the dust
Blue windows open and shut
Birds come out in lust
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Two blooms hold a bird
A starry moment of trance
My doors are in dance
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Birds keep pecking on
Purple stress of restlessness
Till the verse is born
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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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