Sonnet From Your Hairpin
The pen I write with one day you gave me
The words I use would not perhaps have come
Had you not given me your misty sea
That flooded my rooms with splashes handsome
The time I come across every morning
The birds from hills and woods inviting me
Are whispers I have saved from your hairpin
Making me look at you in reddened glee
True you are no more in my hands and lips
And I get you when my breath is lonely
When sea is calm and in rest are tulips
In the purple whispers of time only
The river though has got robbed of its game
The restless neurones still now dance like flame
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15/9/2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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