Thursday, March 28, 2019
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Thursday, March 14, 2019
This vagrant wind
Is asking me something.
Whether it asked you too?
The maneuvering sutures
On the head,
are writing something constantly,
I'm unable to understand.
The Wagering monsoons of Life
Crossing my paths,
Might have something to say,
Which I could not understand.
Amidst all these bewildering days,
Amidst all these bemused nights,
There is one reason to stay on
N' say I'm fine.
YOU.
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