Will you miss me
\nAsked the old bird
\nIn a cage
\nOf a conscience baked under dry sun
\nWill you miss me
\nAsked a butterfly
\nHumming
\nHovering the flowers
\nAbout to wither and dry
\nBut with so much to do
\nWrapped shirt with fallen buttons
\nUncreased kurtas with torn
\nPockets
\nMay be with a purpose
\nLosing purse
\nWill lighten my load
\nOf possessions I don’t need
\nAnd want to free my soul
\nBut the communion
\nOf a creeper
\nAround an old trunk
\nCan rejuvenate the desire
\nOf a bud to bloom
\nBarked tree
\nPunctured leaves
\nFoggy walk
\nYou say
\nIt’s a circular path<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Will you miss me Asked the old bird In a cage Of a conscience baked under dry sun Will you miss me Asked a butterfly Humming Hovering the flowers About to wither and dry But with so much to do Wrapped shirt with fallen buttons Uncreased kurtas with torn Pockets May be with a purpose … <\/p>\n