Sarvesh Kulkarni - Bud

The mist hangs in the air,
like some long lost remembrance.
Dawn takes birth,
in the wake
of the night's deepest revelation.

A bud slowly
begins to bloom somewhere.
An immature grace.
A sweet innocence.
The magic of tenderness,
like a poet's forgotten juvenilia.

Sarvesh Kulkarni

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