Here it lies so docile and casked,

awaiting a chance to woo,

and display the fire that is masked.

Like an emotion bottled up, unshaken-

But when the bubbles rise, the cork pops,

a molten lava bursts through.

Kindles all senses with sparkling drops.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

4 thoughts on “Champagne

  1. lokesh roy

    when I saw the title of it I was eager to see what could it contain and let me tell you that it conjured up some images !


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