Coconuts
Hand on thy hand, no walking distance
Under the yellow sun wandering glance
Silence of pebbles with the striding sea
Snail pace towards the soaked shore tree
The thirst grips the tongue of our mute love
Shadow of the coconut tree greets the dove
The rhythm of the streaming water notes hum
Swinging green coconuts clip the poetic balm
Flying Swallow gazes at the black cloud for slaking
Albatross shows infinity in the harmonious ring
Coconut leaves frolic for the whistling breeze
Our love is so centripetal like the coconuts fizz
Let’s drink the coconuts with the soul of poetic verse
Drink all so alike that none do slacken none can farce
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2023
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