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| Mayabono Biharini(elusive wanderer of the forest) |
The feel of drizzle
The warmth of monsoon
The tweeting of cuckoos
The cheeping of cicadas
I am in love with this
easeful life
of hiatus at my Achan’s
office quarters.
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| A Big Brother is watching us |
Far away from the
worldly miasma,
There lies a
scintillating sanctuary
The natural blink of
birds and butterflies
makes me leave the
green blink of Facebook.
The book of real faces
is in oblivion of the harsh tweets.
The chirping flora and
fauna out powers
the word power of
social networks
How can I not love,
thee?
How can I leave, thee?
The rain rises for my
empire
to write back my lost territories via thou
oracle.
In, around and within
me
is the elusive wanderer
of the forests.
The rain rises for my
mighty flight
in the viewless wings
of thou sight.
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| Here, there and everywhere for a smile (At Thattekad Bird Sanctuary) |
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