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My colourful dream: A poem by Kabir Deb

I dream to be in the words 

 The world is evil, it loves to conquer

 I never mind to be conquered

 A poem takes you miles away in a wormhole

 I never mind to be engulfed

 Stories love to bring out the beheaded thoughts

 I never mind to be killed so deep

 Grasses love to tickle your skin even when you are sad

 I never mind to kiss them with my dry lips

 Summer loves to drench you with yourself

 I never mind to feel its exhaustion

 Spring loves to make you fall in love 

 I never mind to be with the moist lips

 Winter loves to trap you in your ribcage

 I never mind to drill them with all my goosebumps

 Forgotten woods loves to fold you inside their folded arms

 I never mind the caressing of the caterpillars

 Butterfly loves to make you tired of her shades

 I never mind to bathe with the vibrancy

 Eyes of ushering love, loves to make you lie

 I never mind to pretend as the dead carpet for her

 She has  woven the platonic love with evolution 

 I never mind the escalation from where I begin


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