Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee Poet Romanticism

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.

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Poet Destroyer A July 10, 2010 at 2:35 PM you know this is awesome,, not only because the Violin is my favorite instument. But because you capyured the intoxication pretty good, enjoyed and have a nice one,..p.d.