The Averted Shipwreck
She was just seventeen
The flowers had started blooming
The flower doesn't bloom for itself
It wants to mingle in another breath
The parents scolded heavily
The petals moaned with pain in the veins
The flowers didn't stop blooming
At the pot of seventeen they seldom stop
What's the point in the blossoming
if the scent can't be exchanged
at the intoxicating corridor
with the eyes closing in the blue uproar
of scarlet cascades
Over thousands of blades
The hailstorm was brewing
the moon needed to awake
She was kept confined to her room
School teachers came and counselled
None could feel the heat
None could heal the corporal twitches
Attempt to commit suicide alerted the father
The petals turned nihilist
Was taken to the psychiatrist
Was given anxiolytics
The petals faded, the scent closed the door
The cage revolted for the blue sky
An uncle said he knew a psychoanalyst
Who could deal with the disease deftly
The father agreed and the uncle
accompanied her to the boy friend
The fusion was magnetic
The norwester raged about with lightening
The unspent birds got released in the garden
The buds were keen to return
The depleted river returned too
And the cool full moon sat in the wind
The psychoanalyst then reoriented her thoughts
The uncle gave her woolen friendship
The ship now sailed in the river with blue red and white flags
The viewers on the bank would not even blink their eyes
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March 4, 2018
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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2018
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