And flower smiles while butterfly sucking its nectar.
Silvery moon romancing with hazy clouds,
And fluttering birds kissing the last rays of sunset
In winters, dew pleasing the leaves intensely,
And water-pearls swinging on the twigs across rainfall.
Bare impressions, roaring waves,
And Lost sea-shells, yet to be discovered.
It is so relieved to feel a stranger,
Her contour with pauses — bit by bit.
Behind my lens,
Thousand poems floating in this world
I’m afraid if,
You would notice the essence of life,
Since you’re still —
Pondering upon my missing fingers!
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