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Smell of Pollen
I keep losing the butterfly,
I chase the smell of pollen
On its sunned wings
And the nights of dews
When it flutters no more.
In my dreams it lands
With its soft brush of touch,
So close to me, yet so far,
Melting in the dark.
I chase it, lose it and wail for it.
The butterfly is there always
Coming back to haunt
The dreams of my dust,
With the smell of pollen
On its sunned wings
That flutters no more
In the earthly night.
poem
by
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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