Poetry : Feelings ⬆️
Poet : Jotsna Jari
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I paint the caress on butterfly's lips
When you see rose buds
you will remember me...
a handful of soft lips.
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I have said many things to the wind
The bud of that word has never
bloosomed into a flower
If you are alone in retirement
then understand little by little
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I have spread the golden dream
in the paddy field
You can take a look
upside down little by little...
water-picture of
saying something & saying nothing.
💦
©jotsnajari
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