Sunday Poem By Gayatri Devi Borthakur
Two poems
One
The Spring of God
The Spring is blossoming
In the soul of God
In the prayers of the Nightingale
Is the partial tune of the partial flute
God is touching
The proliferative colour of the butterfly ..
Two
The self- discourse of the Parrot tree
The colours merged in the soil aren’t
‘Falgoons ‘
Are the ballads of fossils
Who has time to read the autobiography of rough and burned clay
( N.B.– Even The archeological civilization not able to discover the background story )
What is the essential..?
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