Butterfly
Butterfly who wants to be
They sometimes push death pins in me
Lepidopterists please set me free.
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Lips
Lips cupids bow that vibrates
the strings of hearts for love music
and them to savour as sweet wine fates.
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Love
You stopped for dead words tolling
Had you heard the sound of my soul
Bells were chiming and heaven calling.
© Sunita Grover Raina
Kolkata, West Bengal, India
Poetess Sunita grover raina w/o late Anil Grover a renowned journalist started her poetic venture pretty late in life at the age of 61. By profession she has retired as The Director of Drugs Control for the state of West Bengal, Department of Health and Family Welfare. She is writing in various International poetic forums and has been accepted as a poet who writes from her heart and labelled as an untailored poet.
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