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Tranquil Tropical Island
After the party, I found in a stupor, my old bed
getting tired of lasting confinement, decided to fly out.
On wings of the bed-sheet turning into a soaring swan
it started to flutter away before I could even doubt…
Could a bed really become a flying bird?
I clutched in fear the flapping wings lest I fall.
Through my bemused eyes I looked up to the sky,
saw the stars beckon me as they shined in splendor.
The bed flew to a tropical island beyond the horizon,
where the scarlet sun was stuck mellow in silken sky.
The flying bed got wrapped up in a colorful royal robe,
landed softly on a crimson valley of flushing flowers.
The sunburst horizon of the rising dawn dripped
with the chromatic charisma on the sequined sea.
On the rhapsody of waves the golden garlands glowed,
the beguiled bird in me soared on the wind of ecstasy,
On the blue hills at the edge of sculpted verdant island,
the embrace of the tinged cloud made twilight filigree.
The murmur of the sparkling stream tuned my joy,
flowed with rapture, resonating with enticing melody.
Rain-drenched crystal sky greeted the emerald valley
with the hued touch of the cosmic beauty of rainbow.
The land exhaled the petrichor of the drenched earth,
my senses suffused the mind with the scent of euphoria.
I experienced entranced the lure of pristine nature’s beauty,
wanted to stay on in the tranquil tropical island forever.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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