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Feb 2018
Sitting on the park bench
examining my project papers
a sudden blow of wind
my paper are like butterfly
flying in all directions
running to pick up
some hands helped me
to collect it
couldn't know their names
or faces
may be god
name less
face less
a blowing of wind
and collection of papers
are nothing but
a passage of awareness of my beautiful life..
JP
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JP  INDIA
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