Sayonara Song On Luscious Lips
SAYONARA SONG ON LUSCIOUS LIPS
The cold sun sinks slow in the vermilion void
Reels of cirrus cloud on crimson ripples creep
Tell the homing birds how much they enjoyed
To fly free in the swath of serene sky so deep.
The tender touch of trembling twilight gleam
Incisive invasion of untamed menagerie instinct
Infuse in you the ancestral passion not yet dim
Fragrance of frangipani lingers in your precinct.
In your pellucid eyes drop of melting day drips
Mockingbirds sing sayonara song on luscious lips.
January 7, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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