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Poetry : Native Place ⬆️

Poet  :  Jotsna Jari
  .
  I know every corner 
  of that house 
  How many birds live 
  on which tree & branch of that house 
  How many  came and went
  in their house 
  I know everything...   
  .
 I heard their lullaby 
 
  in autumn, spring & winter 
  Paddy at each house in late autumn 
  Oh how happy they are
  Foods spread in the field of ripe paddy 
 .... in the household yard
  How many honey months 
  they live here.
  .
  The day I brought Jasmine sapling 
  the leaves were soft & tender 
  Even today its branches 
  are full in flowers 
  At the top of the bamboo garden
  how much the moon & fireflies talk 
  .
  Lying on the roof,
 
  how many times
  I face the stars in moonlight night 
  I have seen...  
  how many stars fall to the end 
  Believe me, I never told you 
  about any of my wishes. 
  .
  The pain of birds & trees 
  in summer & monsoon 
  permeates my life today 
  Still I have to go far...   
  far away to my native place
  The memory of father & grandfather
  fill my chest and 
  there are pictures of mother, brother  
  and sisters together. 
  As soon as I close my eyes 
  the memory opens...   
  all those days float by 
  In fact nothing can be lost
  everything remains
  In the secret locker of mind...  
❤️
©jotsnajari