Priyanka Manjunath Poems

If I was the huge yellow flower as I see in my closed eyes
Blooming, with a hundred and hundred huge petals outwards
Its stem is sunken root'wards how nice it would be.
I see a bird from the eyes within the flower
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Little faced one with black poppy eyes,
Glared by the red candies I hold.
You like the ones that are iced, I know.
The frills of your frock are dainty,
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Ill fitness in composure
New guest steps inside
Several flaws in one docket
With peeping rags in severity
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When you are sitting close and yet you feel that you are miles away
The smile that your heart let you draw for someone who speaks at their own will and worth
That unfair gesture and cruel sacrifices made to honor their presence
Still spinning the reel of kindness knowing that pain is the other's advantage
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Thoughts burn like fire in stove
Still
Destroying the strings of gaiety
Bewildered is the mind of thee
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