sometimes She arrives...

sometimes she arrives
just like mother mine...
so pure...white flowery...
so green...
youthful...
so calm and fresh...

sometimes she revisits...
as if that is Her rebirth...
Her choice
of standing so near me...
so near that i could get a smell
of her flowery saree...
green with white floral patterns...
all over Her...

O! sometimes She just arrives
in Her absence
with all of Her presence...
like a sense...
like a rain filled morn fresh...
like a dream...unreal
like a tree...so real...


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