Back From Paris Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

In the hustle and bustle of a busy life,
Prose and verse comes, standing back and forth in everyday strife;
Memories are tied to the depth of feeling in the painting rife,
Love, affection, affinity, goodwill, laughter and pleasantry alive;
Want to go back again and again on the bank of the river Seine's delight,
In the cafe Luna's hangout and dining sessions plight; ,
Back from Paris alight, in quotodian domestic kite,
It is not too late in this world to express gratitude in broad daylight.

In a reluctant heart overcrowded with hospitality,
The gathering of words, the loss of language, the feeling blossoming in the alarmed vigility,
In the fragrant wave of the perfume harmonists' lucidity;
Time flies in the anonymous sky, in the city of loves' virginity
Confused consciousness in the chat, flying on the horizons' captivity,
Money, wealth & power bereaved in amity,
Love is transformed, at the heart of the restrained novels creativity,
Back from Paris, I'm confused with nostalgia, in the fleet of courtesy & civility.