Subhadip Bhattacharya

Freshman - 977 Points (30-6-1977 / kolkata)

No: 32. - Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Time goes by,
the promise of afterlife..
is to kiss the lips,
of a woman
and fulfill.

Freedom fast moving,
recovering addict.
The railroad jamming the
bricks in my head.
One more kiss to victory.

The restlessness of,
kiss and make up.
Bizarre front of the land
and the night sky,
with stars,
looks like a marine aquarium.

Time and fastness,
and free.. freedom on
the edge.
Addiction of mine,
and then the cheat of the promise.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

Form: Blues Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 4, 2016

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