At The Window Poem by Probir Gupta
At The Window
Here
inside the pains
in the arteries
and veins
the lemon tree
is swelling
with white and yellow
flowers
the scent
from
your shirts
birds fly in
first one
then two, three
plenty
in a chat session
stimulation
It's alright
you have left
let the sparrows
keep hopping
at the open
window
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