Probir Gupta Poet Acrostic

Message In An Acrostic

There is No Last Page


Tweet out green songs everyday
Hours always tend to start anew
Endless sensations crowd around
Raring to come to your perception
Evening looks for morning smile

I know you will be always there
Saying sweetly, ‘Here, I am here’

New bowl for old words appears
Old is never slain by swords

Love your mirror, clean it daily
Allow the sun and shade in it
Smell the garden for fragrance
Towards a poem of fluent rose

Pens are ever eager to respond
Across green and red pulsation
Gems flash in the swing of time
Exist and extend, sings the robin
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17/01/2017 
For the contest, Message in an Acrostic
Sponsor, Kim Rodrigues

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Demetrios Trifiatis January 18, 2017 at 9:09 AM Captivating messages that thrill the heart and mind my friend, Probir! Good luck. A seven!

Jean Murray January 17, 2017 at 6:05 PM Your poems place me looking out at a garden when I try to imagine being there. Even this one. It's lovely. As is this poem. Probir Gupta January 18, 2017 at 4:29 AM So nice you are ... if it is really so, I am indeed honoured ,,, thank you ...

Chris Green January 17, 2017 at 9:14 AM Really nicely done Probir. This was beautiful. Probir Gupta January 17, 2017 at 9:33 AM Thank you, Chris ...