Poetry : Memory Album

Poet : Jotsna Jari


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Pictures of past days

are stored in album

The wind of my memory wakes up

like durba grass...

.

There is summer noon

in mountains of Bhutan, Buxa forest,

near the river of Toto para.

I have seen

how much butterflies' hug

flying in the Sun.

.

With a two-day-old newborn

the orange seller girl's

warm lips smile

fascinates me

even today ...

.

I touch the times, caress them,

take care again & again.

My memory album just...