FIRST AVOUR OF SPRING
Such impressing thoughts came,
In the chamber of my brain
(Heard a voice)- Let's go
I turned around
And found it tough to walk straight
(Got a flashback)
We entered and sit,
Were discussing 9 umbrellas present there
It arrived in a rocket
(Served-1.5 L)
I took a look, under the roof
It was dancing in the glass
Smoothly enjoying with foam over it,
And, Shining in the dim light
I took it close to my nose,
And,
Smelled the "BLOSSOMING BROWN SPRING"
Over-ripped Apple,
The fragrance mixed with orange
Kind of fermented grain
As it was,
Muse of Mead - Goddess of Grain
A touch of cold glass
So, the cold fingers
My heart full of thoughts
Fantasies came and fade
As like,
Desserted sand in the air
I was going to drink,
To thee my soul delight
Just excited, No more questions
"CHEERS"
I smacked my lips and,
Took one sip of THE AVOUR
Like a cold merry fairy,
With dancing droplets inside it,
Glowing in pride,
Without consisting sweetness
Well, A bit bitter
Firstly, I sipped ideally
Later,
My heart became wild,
And gulp it down (Twice)
And what remains?
An Empty Shell
I was taking breath
Eyes became heavy,
The heart became light,
No Pressure - No pain
Just joyfully attending the personal gala
With a silent brain
I am a bird from Multiverse
Sitting somewhere in this universe
The day is coming when I'll fly off.
Surely,
My soul is from elsewhere,
Intended to end up here
With a simple memory of BEER
8:19 AM
-Venus Magroliya
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