Poet : Jotsna Jari
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A lot of dignity
in my childhood song
I wonder where it’s all gone
so I’m searching.
.
I had smile in morning &
a flute in the afternoon
Then friends & relatives were near by
everyone walked together.
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The sweet paintings of
my dreamy eyes…
they all disappeared
from me one by one.
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In the swing of tear & smile
my wooden horse used to run
Today my Veena of life
is wrapped in water waves
.
Yet my dreams are looking
for own home.
All human shall be mine…
none shall be strangers.
[ N. B-
The Veena , also spelled vina comprises various chordophone instruments from the Indian subcontinent.Veena has applied to stringed instruments in Indian written records since at least 1000 B.C.E.
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