Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 14, 2017

HEART’S WHISTLES (14 )~by Bipul Kalita


 

 

HEART’S WHISTLES (14 )

When your heart burns
air chains
time unchains
blooming wings of fingers
that compact the universe
that buries your naked teeth
to warm the warmth of poesy.

You can’t whistle
to ease
your speediest fight
your unstable mind
as they can add,
pelting frown eyes at me
the fuel to the earthen lamp
that leads me to that eternal Light.

Always being a victim
of sick dreamers
in the same green valley
I have to taste
fruits of forbidden trees
gathering knowledge
to earn wisdom whistling freely.

Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita.14/05/2017

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