In a Forest

poet-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
         IN A FOREST
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at a spring-full-moon-night,
we were walking in a forest;......
the polite-moon , was too- happy !too-cool !
the forest was too-calm !too-peace-full !
the birds were sleeping,in their nests;
we were enjoying under moon-light;...............
it was too-bright !	
suddenly,we saw a too-little-baby,very sweet !
who was crying......and crying........
around her ,there were many owls,white;
under moon-light,
we watched that,
on her head, a hat,
and in it ,there was a letter,
we read it,
"i am a mom,you take my child,kindly!
this baby is gift ;heavenly;
if you bring in your shelter,
by this baby,you will be too-rich!too-happy!
will be,will be, will be!"
we brought her with us;
later....later.....later.......
we became too-famous,
and also too-rich by her;
how?she told the future of anyone,yes;
and all gifted to her ;
by that way we became rich and happy;
did you know her address?
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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April 16, 2016 at 2:32 PM
I liked your poem for many reasons? sense and sensibility, grace and talent. Regarding the girl, it is like or may be Albertine from Proust A la Recherche du temps perdu. Your poem reminds me of the happiness as butterfly, all life in search of, then one day spontaneously, suddenly stop on your palm. Let it rest as it wants there, maybe sometime, will come. Do not close it in a box for insects. Image an angel down on earth t put in it in a burn for chickens because it has wings.
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