Manu Dash

Rookie - 0 Points (4 July 1956 / Odisha, India)

Words - Poem by Manu Dash

Flap their wings
Before nesting
On her lips.

The beauty of
Less revealed more concealed
Like tender breast of a Marathi lady
In the cave of her mind.

Do enter often silently
In the yard of her heart
Like intruders
Cross the border of another Country.

Words come and leave,
Sleep and dance
Hurry on her lips
She is my aphasic daughter.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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