THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
O Friend of Mine! All’s Friend! O Friend of mine! All’s Friend! Wake up; momentarily the time has arrived. The time to boost your voice up to the top has come. Why only sleep? Why not talk? Heat up with deepest breath - your icy hand. Let not death be your master, let not the stream befall from my world, for I have showered enough. Yours fans are awaiting you for long hours, For your hands - with that of greatest deeds. O Friend of mine! All’s Friend! What made you so voiceless? Open the world, to see the welcoming green flags of love. Let us dance with the smiling breeze, to show the world ‘bout our immortal love. Doubt not for the love that I gave, Let not my blood accelerate to the highest,
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