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Dream

May you be a green body, O poem
May you be an utterance/ a language
In which I stray with
my wings and self
A breathe on my tongue
So that I graze
the tribes of my voice - silent as they are

Alone,
insomniac, I see
That you will not be a green body, you were not
a kind master to be bought
not a goddess
O my desired delirium, my memory!

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Vipin Choudhary

Beautiful poem

messi

nice

ghani

i like your suggestions

Shilpa Das

Profound! Perfect blend of sentiment and felicity of expression.

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