Spraying Red-Rose

to print herself the headache of the magnolia sometimes spreads up to the legs of the ripe mangos in the water that creeps up to the horizon the magic-deer of panchbati is sailing solo under the neon-sun the groundnuts learn the vow-tale of the deep lipstick if in the centre of the mango-pith … standing on the hanging-balcony there is a flower of guava … then …while walking along her sweet grievances some day that handmade fan must be traced… to make the clouds that are swept in by storm more literate … the time to dip the painting brush in the colour of whose recommendations is still…….. it happens… from the desire to get printed the magic-deer… before reaching to any literacy-centre … some dusts gather on her body…some part is eaten by the ants… although there should have been some arrangements to spray the red-rose regularly and next … the winter comes the hands want to be stolen under the blue scarf