By Mitra Samal
Leave If I ever have to leave this place, I will carry with me a jar full of soil, may be a few pebbles and petals of some dried flowers, A picture of the butterflies and the deep blue sky, often with scattered clouds, A short audio clip of a humming bee and the singing birds, A painting of moon upon the deep waters of the river. I will take with me the memory of its weary evenings and the appealing sunrise of a beautiful morning. I will carry its scent in my breath and have love for it in my wistful smile. I may leave this place for a while but it will remain with me forever.
Mitra Samal is a poet and a software professional with a passion for both technology and literature. She has a book of poems, Beginning, and participates in poetry open mics. Her works have been published in various online and print media. She is also an avid reader and a Toastmaster who loves to speak her heart out.
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