The Spring Never Dies
In the scorching summer
The lily died
I did pour the moisture
The death kept untied
Some dry bulbs kept jutting
I didn't evict them
At the advent of the spring
They sprang the green gems
Last night in the life spree
The long pod opened up pink
The lady of the balcony
The alphabets with the love ink
The time sometimes cries
The spring never dies
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April 9, 2018
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2018
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