Flying Cotton Balls Poem by PRATAP KUMAR Behera

Flying Cotton Balls
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She is light as hair
Floats on air
Blooms beside the spine
Born from the fruit of red silk cotton
After witnessing small beaks eating her under sun.

I wandered one day
I experienced warming air over the hay
Just after the break of spring.
Now my lawn dotted with white pearls as if scattered from string
Sharing a talk with blades of grass and sing.

I cannot touch it nor wish
They kiss my skin and vanish.
Yes, they kiss my hot skin and vanish.
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