Wish I could paint the canvas violet,
Like the violet lilacs scattered on your way,
and the sky above when on the terrace I lay,
Like our bruised skin of childish fights
and your childhood marbles and violet kites.
Like your violet T-shirt with a shining crown
and a tinge of violet on your face when you frown.
Like the violet twilight with violet rain
and I watch the violet smoke through the pane.
4 comments:
oye!! u are awesome man! closet poet? i didnt know...khoob bhalo!
love,
apurba
@vika_8 thanks so much dear.:)
nice poem...and good imagination!
Imagination is at supreme. effortless way of cool writing
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