My Rhododendron of Loneliness
The arcs of how you work
On the PC before the desk
Chords of the circles
You paint while you talk
Hilly sentences of poems
The tales of the muscles
Swing in crimson sunshine
The machine you handle
While the steel melts
They are your boyfriends
They flirt overtly
Baskets of flowers, laugh
Sun sits on marigolds
I see you walking
Doing your hair
Talking to the unruly breeze
Holding you tight
In the pink behind
Poems ring on telephone
My rhododendron of loneliness
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2018
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