My Tennder peacock feather!
I don’t even think of forcing your memories out
They come on their own
From the layers of brain where they lie
Sheltered, smooth and soft
Rough handling of peacock feather
May break the feather into out of shape
Roughing up the smooth memories may put the
Memories in disarray breaking
The fabric of your image that lies with the memories
Anything by force is uncivilised
Anything voluntary is fabulous
That sets the flow going back and forth
Smooth between you and me
Synchronising you and me
It’s symphony, rhyme and rhythm
It’s all fine here in perfect ten
Absolutely no need for violent shaking force
My feathery gal! I take you out from memories
Apply soothingly on me all over, super!
-Mohan Sanjeevan
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