Silken Strokes
At first I did not see the diamond dew
It was then in love with the orange shroud
As I felt the sounds of drum, deep in you
We saw our nimble lips in drifting cloud
At first I didn’t hear the golden whisper
The two larks lost themselves in the warm sun
As I felt in you those collapsing stars
The world in me could see the race begun
Down the mountain momentous moonlit trains
Through caves of dances in a speed of light
Towards a harvest of ecstatic grains
Amidst the explosion of dynamite
The field looked amber in the nascent sun
Of the silken strokes we so fondly spun
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03/2/2017
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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