Nebulous Streams, Clouding My Brain
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Obscure eyelash, aimless your leaf
You ask for rhyme, well, to what end
One way poems, emptiness in ship
Arriving to nothing, blind direction
No door opens, except baffling pain
What a crimson commerce, of emotion
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Every glass is broken, milk is spilt
Every moment tense, where is rose
In dream we tremble, pain and guilt
In your venom valley, no grass grows
Can’t there be, an ocean for all
In every dreamy eye, a pink waterfall
A little cottage garden, for birds to call
A crystal clear stream, easy footfall
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16/12/2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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