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
Sunil Bhandari
సాబిర్
హరివెంకట రమణ
శ్రీ సుధా మోదుగు
లిఖిత్ కుమార్ గోదా
మహేష్ వేల్పుల
Sweaty poem…wishes