When my face turns pale
Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
She extends a heavenly hand
To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
...
Wish I to paint your rosy lips,
Raven tress, also silvery face.
But all the tints fail to match such glimpse.
Nor my fingers can shape the grace.
...
Many a drops of rain
Add to form a fountain,
Flowing ahead to prove
That none can stop its move.
...
To listen
Are needed two ears
Need also mind.
But the ones without ears!
...
Somebody knocks gently
At the door of my hushed heart.
‘Who is there? ’ I ask,
But get no reply in return.
...
I beg you, Mom!
A piece of sandwich,
Baked in your kitchen oven
Not in some food factory.
...
At one dawn,
If you miss to smell
Aroma of fresh bloomed lilacs,
Then wait for next day!
...
Clasping the fingers of time
May this earth
Amble down to somewhere…..
...
A bud flourishes to flower.
Perhaps, to fill a little joy
Momentary yet pure peace
In tiny heart of human.
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