Caves

In your cave
Resides electricity
If I like it
Where is my fault

In your cave
Smiles blue ocean
Where is my fault
If I take some salt 

In your cave
Dwells deep night 
Where is my fault
If I seek single malt

From your cave
We go for the glow 
For the dance of stars
We go back to night

Cave is our beginning
Cave is our survival 
Cave is our garden
Cave our destination 
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August 3, 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Timperley Avatar
August 12, 2016 at 6:26 AM
Why do you worry that this is not to others liking Probir? It is to YOUR liking or you would not have posted it.On here we share some of our innermost thoughts and it is up to the reader to seek their own interpretation. As for me I like it. God Bless. D.
Cadet Avatar
August 23, 2016 at 5:29 PM
Very cavernous; I continue to read and enjoy your verse. w
Gupta Avatar
August 12, 2016 at 12:44 PM
You are right. Thank you ...
Sharma Avatar
August 4, 2016 at 5:28 AM
Our body itself is a cave and its up to us whether we make it holy or let it be as it is..............
Gupta Avatar
August 4, 2016 at 7:02 AM
As you would like to interpret ... Thank you ...
Neumann Avatar
August 4, 2016 at 4:16 AM
I like this poem. It is indeed circular and yet there is a lot of room for emotion and interpretation. Good stuff.
Gupta Avatar
August 4, 2016 at 4:24 AM
Thank you ...
Trifiatis Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 4:01 PM
In such a Cave all is beautiful all is permitted all is blessed and you are faultless my friend, Probir! Enjoy!
Gupta Avatar
August 3, 2016 at 11:15 PM
Thank you so much Demetrios ...This poem, it seems, has not gone well with soup friends ... This is wholly a symbolical writing ... We do perceive our emotions in the variety of out-of-the-cave vast world. But it is in the cave that we recollect them in a dark-yet-starry tranquility. Hence the cave.
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