Little Ones | Sukrita Paul Kumar

Terror-struck bees
Buzzing in hornets

Yellow Sun
shooting out of
black clouds
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Buddha in grey stone
Melting in
White peace
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Through stillness of my walk
The forest dancing in fog
The earth in circles
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A scream shooting through
The eye of the needle

the baby is born
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