The Impatient Page

Didn’t you keep waiting for me my dear white page The cool touch of my pen on your virgin face First fond touches and then the crimson sweet bite A grand game to make you blossom in excitement The cool touch of my pen on your virgin face It makes you restless as you feel pulsations of A grand game to make you blossom in excitement Still you hesitate to unfold your latent ocean It makes you restless as you feel pulsations of The pen moving on your impatient corpuscles Still you hesitate to unfold your latent ocean And the charge goes on deepening purple urges The pen moving on your impatient corpuscles It creates keen flowers of electricity in your water And the charge goes on deepening purple urges What is born we may call it a star studded sky It creates a keen flower of electricity in your water On a peak a clasping dance of aroused intellect What is born we may call it a star studded sky Come, let's mingle the starlight in the blossoms we make On a peak a clasping dance of aroused intellect First fond touches and then the crimson sweet bite Come, let's mingle the starlight in the blossoms we make Didn’t you keep waiting for me my dear white page ______________________________________________ 27 May, 2017--Contest: Form P --Sponsor: Broken Wings Form: Pantoum --Theme: Page
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Stebbings Avatar
May 27, 2017 at 6:00 PM
Brilliant, Probir! The allure of the blank page that is impatient for the writer's words. That is so well done. I am sure it will do well in the contest. // Barry
Gupta Avatar
May 28, 2017 at 7:07 AM
Thank you, Barry ... Glad you like it ...
Roper Avatar
May 27, 2017 at 12:02 PM
Wow!!! Wonderful entry to a wonderful ending. A great entry for Constance contest.... ~*
Gupta Avatar
May 27, 2017 at 12:22 PM
Thanks, Eve ... When you praise, that gives me strength ... And whenever it is pantoum, your face flashes on mind ...
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