I_Category, Poems

India (Poem)

She wore a raiment of so many a hueAn unfamiliar eye would thinkshe is madness trueHer children are suchmulti-flavored stewThis

B_Category, Poems

Broken Bowl (Poem)

As my spirit soarsto Shiva’s abodePeak and pinnacle ofmy mortal bowlShatter I didthe fictious soulWhen spirit didbounce to pinnacle pitchbreak

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