Rains have touched
Your pure skin
Winds have flown through your
Hair
Earth has lingered in your
Being
Your bosom, the
Resting abode of this
World
- Anant Dhavale
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
Stirrings
I do not wish to
stir this
calm of yours
dear bird
I will admire your beauty
from a distance.
--
Anant Dhavale
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