Toad

Under the orange jessamine tree.

You could easily pass him

for a stone.

Yesterday when a  flower

fell on his eye

he suddenly moved

and became  quiet.

He’s lonely.

As

loneliness

beneath any tree.

 

 

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Gopi Kottoor 

 

 

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