MIMOSA - LIKE
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Manas Bakshi (India)
Sensitive like a mimosa
Afraid of a vulgar touch
It grows immaculate
Somewhere inside human heart --
Redeemed everyday
With incipient sunlight
Refurbished afresh
With rare drizzle in sunlight
It signifies love of life;
Other trees 're wailing
And waiting for a stormy night
To revive aroma of life
In the smell of soil after rain ....
At the other end
Feel - the - thrill ends in
Mimosa's drooping insensate
At the touch
Of hands unwanted.
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