Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Inside my dream
someone created
a vacuum,
a catastrophe
i never face before
When i look at the nature
She smiles and remain mute
Each bit of my time
recalls the crater of loneliness
A poet as i am
discovers feelings of
'missing you'

by sarojini pattayat-17/04/2013

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