A Bug Bugs.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

A Bug Bugs....

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Why spring air fails to stir you up
the way it does with the rest of the earth?
How can a young tree stand so still
when the whole of the garden bathes in thrill?
It gets me mad and I feel like killing you!
Then it makes me sad `cause I will miss you!
This volcano fumes yet it does love you.

Sunday, August 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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