Intoxicated Violin
Intoxicated Violin
Before I’d have,
The violin,
I reverie,
the violin’s playing me,
with sheer compassion.
Unknown tunes,
embracing emptiness,
to fill my feel
profoundly.
I succumb to her wood –
all burdens;
With the strings –
commune alphabets of gloom;
Bring my wine today,
and champagne,
let’em see,
their bottles and violin play –
same moans loom.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2010
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