Spring Bloom Poem by Upendra Majhi
Spring Bloom
Our mind is full of tricks,
tricks that was once of survival,
are now that of greed,
How will poems of peace flow from it,
we force upon a poem, still yet
and by more discerning, get caught,
what are the way out.
, all those mango blooms, let me recollect,
Lo, the dry dead plant grow a green shoot,
with a single spring sentinel,
my poem freely flows.
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