BREATHING DOLL~by Jernail S Anand

 

 

BREATHING DOLL

Sit in front of me;
and flower up into that sweet smile of yours;

what made you think
this spring would walk away
untouched by your charms?

taste the winds
after they have flowed over
your breath

the night often whispers into my ears
from where you have imported
this breathing doll

and days miss their beat
when they find you
absent from their feast;

my dear, in you i find
the spirit of the mother of mankind
and through your kisses
i touch the calvacade
of my progeny;

hanging like its roots
from this tree of life;

dr j.s. anand
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