Luring Lullabies - I When I stumble subtly on books and boredom, I feel there's a part of me still stuck With those roads of pale flowers Of fresh autumn and less pour. I desire to pick them one by one But just like your eyelashes they turn back. My nostrils fill up with muse and moisture My eyes keep dangling As if they shall pop out to you. (Full poem in caption) © Rajat Kumar Dalai //Luring Lullabies I When I stumble subtly on books and boredom, I feel there's a part of me still stuck With those roads of pale flowers Of fresh autumn and less pour. I desire to pick them one by one But just like your eyelashes they turn back.
