HEART’S WHISTLE (39)
Sleepless nights are gone
with dreams concealed behinds sights
to welcome green thoughts
in matured journeys of the solemn soul.
Sights matter to overcome sighs
and I’m happy to whistle
with a so free style heart
with a so responsible mind that
approaching winter will fail to
threat me with its piercing whips.
Let the bleak world gossip
against me
against noble systems of peace
I’ll never care gloomy minds’ fingers
pointed towards me
pointed towards refined ways of thoughts
‘cause truth and the full moon are the same.
Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita,17/10/2017
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