Pour And Puddles Poem by Surath Giri

Pour And Puddles

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When I am flying
In my castle of smoke
You pour on me
Avalanche of grace
When I am flowing
In my river of indulgence
You shower on me
Fragments of bliss
And yet you ask me
How I melted into puddles
and started dreaming mahogany dreams?
How I lost myself to the rubble
and started finding solitude in the spring?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paresh Chakra 03 October 2017

Thanks for your pkem10++++++++++++++

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Ranjan Kumar Ghosh 23 September 2017

and started finding solitude in the spring thus line is very beautiful

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