Poetry Festival In Our Local Yard Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

a festival with unique hue and aroma
where the fanciful minds
will spread out their wild wings
in the Muse graced poetic fiesta.

with the bunch of butterflies
in the filled up or empty bellies
so many budding buddies
will utter or twitter
in their very chaste vigor
maybe at the forceful crescendo
or may just haltingly mutter.

the aroused hours
may count the fleeting seconds
or the cheeky gust of wind may
settle down on the feet-trodden soil.

half-awake souls
will be stirred by the chaste
flow of liquid wisdom.

the sumptuous poetry session
with the pluming up honeyed founts
will be the filling feast for the possessed hearts.

let the maiden charm
bind us into a holy fraternity.
let the bliss shower upon
with a little away the divinity.