Pravat Kumar Padhy

India

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crescent moon
in the mid-way sky
in her loneliness
she counts the stars
thickening shadow of the night
 
 

along the shore
life blooms as if
to float again…
kids collect empty shells
refilling sand with smiles
 
 

rough border
the breeze carries
the fragrance
of the morning flowers
across the rusted wires
 
 

warm ecstasy
of a mysterious journey
transgender
closely watches the first fruit
ripened for Adam and Eve
 

 

joyful whales
on the silvery surface
calmness of the sea
shockingly discovers
thick splits of blood layers
 

 
the bud
yet to see the sunlight
in foggy morning
she steps ahead
into the pain of frozen evening
 
 

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