Tuesday, 12 August 2014


Window panes open
Bed-room of my friend’s cottage.  

Outside unknown flower blooming
In neighbor’s garden.  

Mind flows with crystal sentiment,
That pleads for freeness from cage.

The grills of window seem iron barricade,
Into mission of soluble wisdom, hindered.

Flashing outside with flowers and
Green leaves of banana tree conglomerate.

Mind moves child-like,
Amid pristine bait of imperial sentiment.   

“I do not tear you.” Mind tells to the nature. 

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