POEM BY M K HARIKUMAR
The black holeThe dried almond leaves in the notebookThe tabernacle of dew drops on grass tipsThe weak and withering leavesThe fallen flowersThe corridors where we had our lunchThe end of…
The black holeThe dried almond leaves in the notebookThe tabernacle of dew drops on grass tipsThe weak and withering leavesThe fallen flowersThe corridors where we had our lunchThe end of…