Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.
She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.
Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.
She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.
Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.
What do thou focus on?
See also https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3353827/devi-2019/
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