Your Eyes Are There
The tree stays empty
No bird no breeze no glow worm
The soil looks morose
Dense clouds have gathered
On and around the grey tree
Blooms are comatose
Getting rid of frost
Only last night it blossomed
Into a fountain
Alas, to no end
No bird from your shrubbery
Winter in my breath
Up and underneath
This load of cloud with no face
Restlessness for rain
No, no more moaning
For I know your eyes are there
If not now, later
None knows how and when
Your pink pigeons smile and fly
My flame is orange
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20 March 2017
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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