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Walking down into a fine morning, my mind,
The sun peeping through my window aisles,
Treading leisurely on the lush green lawns
Of poem hunter website,
I happen to stumble upon a bottle of wine;
A poem christened ‘Madness Divine’
I happened to open it out and taste
A few drops of that red written, wine;
It was more of champagne than red wine!
A magic potion made of majestic poetic
Excellence, I had it full to the last drip
I shut down my pc and walked out
To open my feelings and to greet the rising
Spirit in me and in the distant east
Like the flowers that bloomed around
It blossomed out in me; flavor pouring out
Fragrance remaining in the air
Competing with the hapless flowers
It filled my mind, killed my overnight
Hangover …forever
04 04 08
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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