Best Poem of I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

Butterfly
At last he came outside from the pupa,
he saw the world of beauty;
his wings are very beautiful and glows in light
he fly from one flower to another
They given him the honey for his thirsty
wind play with him
he saw the world near to him only
like baby in a house yard;
the big tree let them,
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Night Rain
The night rain, is not yet stopped
But I want to move.
I listen, to the rain drops;
they are playing a beautiful song
The winds fluted with a song,
where, I never heard former.
The blue curtain is not raised
I heard the clapping of trees;
Every drops, glitters my earth;
her heart, cheered in . . .
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