approaching eighty
I smell stronger fragrance of
garden of Eden
itching in legs
mosquito enjoys taste of
roasted chicken
gets the food grain
mouse is at his prayer
with folded hands
has too many holes
insect screen of my window
house-flies rule the house
skids the knife from hand
while chopping lady's finger
a big worm peeps out
gatway to heaven
is visible from the earth
the rainbow in sky
how can they enjoy
charming fragrance of flowers
filled with pride, the storms
Black bees are captured
in the petals of lotus
greed of the nectar
contains nothing else
a moon and millions of stars
bowel of the night
becomes more lucid
the insight of a city
with the night darkens
as proceeds the night
speed of pen goes on fast track
voyage of poetry
survival of earth
hangs on in the hands of trees
save the mother earth
someone who loves
it is necessary
must have a heart
things which are loved
it's not necessary
must have a heart
started with flower
ended in a piece of stone
the journey of love
thousands of flowers
exchanged in token of love
buried in one stone
rests on a branch
green snake between leaves
confused hawk
I smell stronger fragrance of
garden of Eden
itching in legs
mosquito enjoys taste of
roasted chicken
gets the food grain
mouse is at his prayer
with folded hands
has too many holes
insect screen of my window
house-flies rule the house
skids the knife from hand
while chopping lady's finger
a big worm peeps out
gatway to heaven
is visible from the earth
the rainbow in sky
how can they enjoy
charming fragrance of flowers
filled with pride, the storms
Black bees are captured
in the petals of lotus
greed of the nectar
contains nothing else
a moon and millions of stars
bowel of the night
becomes more lucid
the insight of a city
with the night darkens
as proceeds the night
speed of pen goes on fast track
voyage of poetry
survival of earth
hangs on in the hands of trees
save the mother earth
someone who loves
it is necessary
must have a heart
things which are loved
it's not necessary
must have a heart
started with flower
ended in a piece of stone
the journey of love
thousands of flowers
exchanged in token of love
buried in one stone
rests on a branch
green snake between leaves
confused hawk
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