satya srinivas

Rookie - 15 Points (20-3-64 / Hyderabad, India)

Counting Colours - Poem by satya srinivas

The butterfly surveyors
Running in the meadows
Counting the flying colors
I caught few
They slipped from my hold
Imprinting their dust on my pointing, middle and Thumb fingers.
Unknowingly I rubbed my nose
My Desires attire transformed as clown
A soulful lust robustly danced and flew
All along with them
My foot prints
Decorated a gratitude smile
On earths marquee
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(10-10-13)


Poet's Notes about The Poem

inspired by the thought of counting butterflies

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013


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