The Poetry of Life
I write poems you listen to them
There is no end to this lovely game
You open your window and the birds call
I open mine and the rainbow-footfall
I weave a dream, under your umbrella
In the joint shade comes up our villa
You make tea and I fill the cup
Warm bubbles call us to the marble tub
I keyboard in smile, as you whisper words
This way we set free, many lovely birds
You make the clouds and I deliver rain
Dry grassless earth both of us disdain
I raise slogans in the procession
You dream vignettes of the revolution
I am charged under sedition and go to jail
Shadows in the cell make you frail
You fight for freedom and I keep waiting
Sparkle our eyes till our suns are setting
Then there are times when I go right
You choose the left and there is a fight
The windows are closed and the doors shut
The nagging sickening feel lingers in our gut
As the mercury rises the black clouds appear
Rains come down and the sky is clear
You give me words and I write rhymes
Together you and I juggle the balls of time
I play the drum and you march on
You and I go on aeons after aeons
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May 12, 2016
Suubmitted to – Any Couplet You Wish II – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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