Probir Gupta Poet Quatrain

The Sweet Air

Yes, I like the sweet air
But I cannot embrace
Irresistible is the face
I am led into the prayer

Stories galore at the door
I would like to read all
But then there is the wall
Many mores and more

While into the prayer
Comes the strange view
God turns into you
And sweetens the air


And so it goes on
In my happy meditation 
As I reach the station
In a  blue intoxication   
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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 8, 2015 at 8:17 PM Probir, oftentimes our God speaks to us in the silence and each time we simply ask from our hearts of heart His Holy presence.. like the sweet air.. soothing isn't it?!=')~Olive Eloisa Probir Gupta August 11, 2015 at 5:28 AM A poem unfolds to one as one would like it to. You, my dear reader, have found the touch of God in the "sweet air" and let it be so. It is not necessary that that the writer too had the same feelings while composing the poem. Herein lies the freedom of a poem, unlike an essay or a novel with a core focus. Any way, thank you Olive for reading and expressing your feelings. ...... Probir