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Drift
The flower on the pot, crimson red
tied with a thread
my toddler is playing silently
in his own pattern
he & his mother on the same boat
look alike.
The red rose speaks about love
love that crosses the barrier
it recalls my younger days
teenage days
a white kurta & blue jeans
bright eyes, fallen in love
do I love my toddler
or its an affection
are these synonymus
she enters with a joyful air
my breathe stuck for a moment
bringing him on her lap she smiles
& whispers it's divine!
I as always lost on my thoughts
remained silent but joyous.
© debashishbhattacharya
tied with a thread
my toddler is playing silently
in his own pattern
he & his mother on the same boat
look alike.
The red rose speaks about love
love that crosses the barrier
it recalls my younger days
teenage days
a white kurta & blue jeans
bright eyes, fallen in love
do I love my toddler
or its an affection
are these synonymus
she enters with a joyful air
my breathe stuck for a moment
bringing him on her lap she smiles
& whispers it's divine!
I as always lost on my thoughts
remained silent but joyous.
© debashishbhattacharya
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