All The Things She Said… Nanda Kishore, Telugu, Indian
Leave the flowers to the winds
They won’t be redolent on paper for long
Let butterflies take to wings
Don’t seat them uncomfortably in the ellipses
Their wings are too delicate.
It looks good when the ripples
Retreat, kissing your fingers
Sunrise and sunset look
Have their charm only over the hill.
Unless you have time to notice the changes
Don’t blab about Spring and Autumn.
Before you carry the streams within
Feel the cool tactility of water first.
If you can sleep at night
You never need to write about it.
Finally, I don’t ordain you not to love,
But mind you, you are in your grave.
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Nandakishore
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