Touch Imagination
Drop which with rose,
Sound which with mind.
Wind which with nose,
Ray which with shine.
Red of our blood,
Motion of each time.
Disaster of the flood,
Bitter of a salty lime.
Shelter that’s with foetus,
Love that’s with mother.
Tear that’s with eye us,
Believe that’s with another.
Drop sound wind ray,
All are in my far village.
Red motion disaster bitter,
All are in my hearts under.
Shelter love tear believe,
These things give me peace.
But how I could spent those season,
When nothing was any love reason.
I was touching my imagination,
And I whispered verse one by one. Devesh Jha
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