Poetry - change of hand

Poet - Jotsna Jari


.

In your Buk-pocket

the imprint of my lips

is still same

Or did you paint little by little

a picture on different canvas

.

After so many years,

you have saved

the spring garden flowers

for me

one by one...

Or those clouds of memory

have become someone else's...

.

In the first rain water

in the smell of wet soil...

you still find me

Or your enhanced love

is scattered on different bed pillow...

How far away you are

The lip print in your Buk-pocket

changes hands

I don't understand yet ...



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[ N.B :-
In Bengal, the pocket in a man's shirt is close to the chest ... so it is called
Buk-pocket. ]


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