An Oven Heart
Duck bites the moon
Shining in a broken fence
Escapes in fright
For his peak is hurt
As if struck in stone
Spin a rush of pinched affections
At the point where cotton grew
From hands that picked it
The sparrow bite a bead
Tied in thread
Severely choked up
Neither he can swallow
Nor vomit out;
Flies away with long thread
strung its heart
About the branches in a wild
Let me pull the splinter
From your bite
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Copyright © Pushpa Tuladhar | Year Posted 2020
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