The Gaze of A Flower

Guna MoranMay 25, 2019

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The Gaze of A Flower

written by: Guna Moran

translated by: Bibekananda Choudhury

The gaze of a flower
resembles that of a statue

Stares for long

Appears as if
Eyeing only me

At the moment of landing on the flower
The eyes of the bumble bee
meet those of the flower

That gaze of the flower
Is it of love
Or worry

The bumble bee sucks the nectar stealthily

That is the blunder
of bumble bee

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Guna Moran

Guna Moran is an Assamese poet and critic. He lives in Assam, India. His poems are being published in a lot of international magazines, journals, webzines and anthologies.

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