Armchair Poet
I want only this, friends come near:
To be invited to a loving armchair
Into which i sink and disappear.
Cushioned in softness, i only hear
Tinkling whispers of praise and cheer,
Sweet music to my ears and mind.
In such a party i will surely find
One who is my own golden deer,
My prize, my muse, my sage, my seer.
© Sanjib Basu
To be invited to a loving armchair
Into which i sink and disappear.
Cushioned in softness, i only hear
Tinkling whispers of praise and cheer,
Sweet music to my ears and mind.
In such a party i will surely find
One who is my own golden deer,
My prize, my muse, my sage, my seer.
© Sanjib Basu