They Don'T Last
I feel every artery and vein
Almost a cup of wine
When you love the drops of rain
I feel the pulses of equines
Your green voice and wild walks
In them pulsates a feline heart
A geese in the row quacks
In your tall neck, muscles look smart
When you are focused on a poetry
A radiance tinges your cheeks
Where the chiselled symmetry
Reminds me of the Greeks
As you accompany your child to school
The sun lays its golden brush
Circles of the curls look cool
On the nearest tree I am a thrush
I watch the handsome visage
When at night my eyes move fast
It's an enticing montage
I stretch my hands, they don't last
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2022
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