By Ashok Bhargava
Every time you come back to me
it feels as if I am
seeing you for the first time.
Your pink rose lips
touch my soul.
I fall in love again.
I push air in a hollowed-out bamboo.
I dance, let the flute define time.
I dance, the tune carries me home.
Ashok Bhargava
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Ashok Bhargava is a poet and president of Writers International Network. He can be reached at [email protected]
