On the Day the Fever Came (Poetry)
On the Day the Fever Came (Poetry)
With laughter spreading wide,
Some pains slowly drift away,
They take wings and fly apart,
Blooming softly on the lips.
To ease the weariness of the heart,
Even if painted in colors,
The canvas comes and goes,
She is the one who draws the picture.
Even when fever comes,
She does not let go, my poetry.
Moonlight arrives, clearing the shadows of the day,
Letters scented with sandalwood,
Like painted butterflies, they soar and rise —
Will this laughter ever end? I do not know.
G R Kaviyoor
05 01 2026
(Toronto, Canada)
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