This one is very close to my heart! I love writing Sub-textual Poems.

Poetbabu

Rain in the sun

Drying of the grass

Seasons changing fast,

Sweet September.

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Dance on the glass

Untouched letters of the past

It rained yesterday,

I remember.

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This wind pierces through me.

Autumn comforts me with its cure.

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Fragment to the phantosmic

Scream of the quiet air

kaleidoscope in the dark,

Whoring slumber.

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– Manmeet Singh Bhatia

(Poetbabu)

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