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Raindrops on my palm
and i whisper love in August
through the birthday gift
from heaven when
my windowpanes chuckle
with hide-and-seek between
clouds and the sturgeon moon ;
and not so far away from home,
autumn perches on the
bamboo trees and peels oranges
while kissing my marmalade scarf
given by my ex-lover.


Bluejays chirp on my balcony
and silent crows on telephone wires
tired gold fishes from my aquarium
some barking dogs from the butcher shop
and cows swallow the filthy polythene
while two cornbreads on my tiny plate
with a glass of watermelon juice
in a scorching summer morn ;


An orphan struggles to find a home
and a mother cat fights with a male cat
to make her all kittens alive and healthy
some helpless birds in a stormy night
and many broken domiciles
and i, sitting on the couch
holding a bowl of popcorn
watch movies on a friday night.


Solitude in someone's lunch bowl
and someone gnaws endurance for survival
someone screams on a deserted lane
and someone cooks silence for dinner
and i, again ween to wear the anklet
from my late grandmother
which is stringed by the metaphors,
syllables, allegories and parables.


Summer comes to me with
the fragrance of chamelis
and raindrops giggle on my toes
snowflakes tiptoe on my poetries
while i cook love with the
chirping of springing spring ;
there are many on my demijohn
uncountable and incalculable
for which I'm grateful for.


©Bidya B.


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