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I Breathe



                                                                                                    I breathe through my heart,
                                                                                                    Standing like a firm tree with branches
                                                                                                    Covered in bright green leaves.


                                                                                                    I breathe with my mind when I think
                                                                                                    Everything small, limited, full of fear,
                                                                                                    Hope in rising air renews with fresh life.


                                                                                                    I breathe through my arms spread open
                                                                                                    To the Earth embracing this sweet moment
                                                                                                    Singing and dancing at my feet.


                                                                                                    I breathe through my nose oxygen breeze
                                                                                                    Fragrance of roses, jasmines squeeze,
                                                                                                    My soul touches the Universe to beseech.


                                                                                                    I breathe the sky echoing moonbeams
                                                                                                    The remnants of lost universes borderless
                                                                                                    Time stops being time at times it seems.


                                                                                                    Bloom


                                                                                                    I worry my soft blooms have gone away,
                                                                                                    Beauty of youth has passed away,
                                                                                                    I reminisce the dawns of early days,
                                                                                                    When flawless skin till dusk did stay.

                                                                                                    I have lost my steps of sultry dance,
                                                                                                    My grey kohl eyes would stop a glance,
                                                                                                    My slender figure time has cast away,
                                                                                                    So feel it is in vain to hide my grey.


                                                                                                    I dread my crowns will soon advance,
                                                                                                    And see my years in mirror's pass,
                                                                                                    But my smile, my lively eyes show,
                                                                                                    A view of blooming maturing glow.


                                                                                                    My heart and mind are always at ease,
                                                                                                    I see my years in peaceful release,
                                                                                                    No matter what the mirror says to me,
                                                                                                    My soul moves along in good deeds.


                                                                                                    @ Jyotirmaya Thakur
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