The Hug
Ah, at last the toilsome day ends
Comprehending the grinding body bends
Draining this salesman
In this departmental stores
Pleasing all as do the whores
I am all aches
The body breaks
This I say in vein of despair
As I yawn and draw more air
I do so every night
Still further dies the light.
But as I see next morning
The sun on the dew
Breaking new hues
From the egg yolk
It provokes me
Toward new leaves on the trees
I hold the tea mug
And look forward to the hug
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15//11/2015
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2015
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