POEM : THREE WEEKS BOOZE

Anita Bhandari 

The day i lost you like,

DG Mobile Dang

i belongs to pitiful flight

flying the way strengthen me

its very hard to forget that all

elated days from womb to tomb

a drop of negativeness,

a ocean of hope,

an infinite love,

the path of freedom before

i could decide grief

that hope tied me up

with that dreams which are in eyes

so i stretches towards utopia

where that holy ghost get stuck in life

a bottle of sleep flies away,

a cup of love get lost,

the decades of dream get rushed,

In the deep mid night makes me think

About my first love

which is rooted

to the titanic of my heart

with whom i fight,

cry,

talk,

care,

love

and made a different world there

that makes me feel like that never leave me

nor in lights or nights and

afterwards

I struggle on waving and shouting my whole loud

in the present rather than in future

a stone on my face

and pike on my chest

my feet are now slowly slipping

from there where my whole life

spreads and struggle for to write

a name in moon with a

THREE WEEKS BOOZE…..