VIRGIN DREAMS
( 17419 बार पढ़ी गयी)
Published on : 12 Jul, 16 16:07
Can you hear the echo
The promises we weaved for us
In the frame of love
On the sea-shore of Gopalpur?
I clasped your hand tight
Eyes closed
Neatly painted my love
On the canvas of blue sea.
And offered a bouquet of lovelets
Half-bloomed
Plucked tiny buds from Ghalib
Dipped in the melody of blue sea.
Can we not melt again ?
Now –
After fifteen years
In that Soothing fire.
‘Coz beneath my wrinkles
Are still alive
A bunch of fresh untouched
Virgin dreams.
- Dr. Sanchita Choudhury, Rourkela, Odisha
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The promises we weaved for us
In the frame of love
On the sea-shore of Gopalpur?
I clasped your hand tight
Eyes closed
Neatly painted my love
On the canvas of blue sea.
And offered a bouquet of lovelets
Half-bloomed
Plucked tiny buds from Ghalib
Dipped in the melody of blue sea.
Can we not melt again ?
Now –
After fifteen years
In that Soothing fire.
‘Coz beneath my wrinkles
Are still alive
A bunch of fresh untouched
Virgin dreams.
- Dr. Sanchita Choudhury, Rourkela, Odisha
© CopyRight Pressnote.in | A Avid Web Solutions Venture.