Swathi KumariThose dusty city roads,
Sweaty afternoons.
Amidst uncountable people
You and I.
In malls, eat-outs and vehicles
We two everywhere,
All those strangers,
Became us.
We bought dresses
for each other,
Did you know then?
those local brandless pieces of cloth
turning into delicate monuments
to be handled with love,
After these long long years.
You speak of rose buds,
The swaying pale green leaves underneath,
You call them with our names,
I saw the bud nodding to you.
Similes are your slaves,
Master of love!
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పెద్దన్న
కృష్ణుడు
శ్రీనివాస్ గౌడ్
కృపాకర్ పోతుల
తిలక్ బొమ్మరాజు
కవనమాలి
స్వాతి కుమారి
Sweaty poem…wishes