The last day of a butterfly....
The moon and the moon smile
Even if I look through the veil
That day, the stars that shone in your womb
Even if I stay in the world of Sara
Through the gaze of Anura
Even if the love of my heart is broken
Even if the moon cries and mourns
Tell me, my dear, where are you today....
Standing on a distant hill,
The colors fade away
With the gentle breeze that has come
With the little rain that falls
That look that could not be put away
With that blue-eyed gaze
Still, I am a butterfly
Standing in my heart, dreaming of that color
Through the forehead, the tilak, the heart,
Through my lips, I secretly taste
The wide hips are soaked with water
Did you dream sweet dreams in your mind?
Whether your lips are full of pure curls
Did you whisper in a soft voice?
Your still face is on the edge of your head
How do I live my life....
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Thanks for your appreciation. Don't you plan to write new post????
Nice
Wow deep and somewhat sad, but lovely as well. Great poem.