What is this drink but
The April sun, squeezed
Like an orange in
My glass? I sip the
Fire, I drink and drink
Again, I am drunk
Yes, but on the gold
of suns, What noble
venom now flows through
my veins and fills my
mind with unhurried
laughter? My worries
doze. Wee bubblesring
my glass, like a brides
nervous smile, and meet
my lips. Dear, forgive
this moments lull in
wanting you, the blur
in memory. How
brief the term of my
devotion, how brief
your reign when i with
glass in hand, drink, drink,
and drink again this
Juice of April suns.
Summer In Calcutta
Kamala Das
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Poem topics: fire, laughter, memory, noble, smile, sun, dear, juice, mind, forgive, gold, orange, devotion, I love you, I miss you, glass, april, april fools, drink, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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