Grapevine
Let the sun and moons switch off their lights
I have no complaint
One hundred zeroes in my room
Let them shine bright
Still hundred pictures I do paint
Till I have my grapevine
I live in cloud nine
Thunder lightning or rains
In my vein, no pain
They gladly aid my poetry design
I had asked the spiralling vine
Would you one day stop serving me wine
She laughed a mile
A purple smile
Bringing out from my pen a moving line
Whenever I am surrounded by clouds
I rush to the smiling green sprout
Time and time again
It rubs balm on my pain
In me sunshine laughs aloud
As I sip my tea with an olfactory glee
Over the rim of cup, there stands she
In the sky, the sun hides to see
burning with an orange red envy
My grapevine and I keep up our smiling spree
In twilights, I say how beautiful you are
She answers I am sleepy
Please do excuse me
Okay we will meet tomorrow
at your green bazar
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October 6, 2019
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2019
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