Poem  :  Native Place ⬆️

Poet  :  Jotsna Jari

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I know every corner

of that house

How many birds live

on which tree & branch of that house

How many  came and went

in their house

I know everything…

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I heard their lullaby

in autumn, spring & winter

Paddy at each house in late autumn

Oh how happy they are

Foods spread in the field of ripe paddy

…    in the household yard

How many honey months

they live here.

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The day I brought Jasmine sapling

the leaves were soft & tender

Even today its branches

are full in flowers

At the top of the bamboo garden

how much the moon & fireflies talk

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Lying on the roof,

how many times

I face the stars in moonlight night

I have seen…

how many stars fall to the end

Believe me, I never told you

about any of my wishes.

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The pain of birds & trees

in summer & monsoon

permeates my life today

Still I have to go far…

far away to my native place

The memory of father & grandfather

fill my chest and

there are pictures of mother, brother

and sisters together.

As soon as I close my eyes

the memory opens…

all those days float by

In fact nothing can be lost

everything remains

In the secret locker of mind…

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