A Poet – 04 by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Who, adds a new page
To the writing pad of loving hearts
Who, have undergone erotic lethargy
After seasons of disharmony and discord.
And the pages are
Painted in the colour of love
Wet with rains of urges to live
Longer than their span of life
Clad with cotton of passion
Warmer than the hugs of lost friends
Filled with naked emptiness of Soul
Fuller than the voids of conjugation
Orange with shyness of moonlit nights
Spent with lonely memoirs.