THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Wake up, don’t behave in such way, father Wake up, don’t behave in such way, father, Say something, wake up please. Look, I’m bleeding, look at my torso, Don’t you love me, why are you not helping me? Be my friend now, I have waited for you a great deal. Where are my mum and brothers and sisters? Are you making a scenario? People are staring at us with a whisper. My heart is beating so fast, wake up, father, They might be fronting for us in melancholy. Why are you so mute? What happened now? Tell, so that I can do something for you, Since we have limited time to move and see them, Maybe they are angry and are broken, Respond, so that I may not be alone.
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