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Vikas Bhatt

Abstract Others Children

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Vikas Bhatt

Abstract Others Children

Blowball

Blowball

1 min
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Flying, flying you come

Back to me my fair white ball

Sitting upon airy laps unseen

My fluffy seed ball

From far exotic places

And a plenty curled embraces

You're sent to fresh flights

Through mellow blown kisses-

Tender and balmy, 

As wintry warmth of beamy sun


Oh sweet! ripe soul

Of spirited dandelions

Liberated from earth

By gentle breaths of wind

My precious puffy ball! 

Wavy paths and tips and tops, you

Bounce and hop to airy fancies

Roaming wild and unhinged

Rare, rare you my white! 

Consuming age, defying time

Withered white beauty

Aflutter with radiance as such


Childhood santa, only mine!

Cloud of airborne wishes

Feels like Christmas all around

In jingling rhymes of nature

Long long had it been

For eyes met your winsome voyage

Along the birds, behind the trees

Amidst the herds, upon the eaves

Brush you past favouring them all

With your gorgeous glance

You, sight of a shooting star

My sublime white one!


Begun days are born anew

As you grace my palms

With your promising presence

Drifting skies, eloping interim halts of hands

True inheritor of the Daisy

Fond of fresh enchantments

Traveling through the path of eternal escape

Whirly white clock of time

Keeping beginning and adieu as one

Dawn of delightful tomorrows

And mirror of nostalgic yesterdays!

In no time, you resume your flight. 


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