indira babbellapati Poems

Rustling leaves
starving butterflies
autumn garden
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Promises are high
Thick black clouds on the sky
Winds, sly!

It makes us
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A bit of sky
came down for a respite:
snow-capped ranges
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My desire

bloom as a flower
in wilderness and drop down
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melody of myriad hues
descend as breath
causing ripples in the air
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...and when I cried
For the first time
Upon touching the earth
I did it instinctively
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Solidified night
Refuses to melt
Night's shadows
Thicken as day
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we coo-ed with koels
we chirped with birds
we buzzed with bees
we bloosomed with buds
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On Seeing You...

The body that so far felt
Like a hollow shell
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time erred again
this time it buried one
still breathing down under
posing a counter challenge
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