No Address the Cherries Had Left
No address the cherries had left
No direction except a slice of blue
Just made love inserting their breath
Into the pink corridor arising from
The two lobes of lungs underneath
And left
Leaving behind a shivering tree
Flowering in glee
Which now became crazy
To look for the cherry
That a little ago
Had flooded the root and stems
With resplendent tremor-stories
In each page a craze
In each line taste of brine
In each word the curves of swords
In each stanza, cups brimming with extravaganza
I will keep looking for the book
In Amazon for ever
December 10, 2017
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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