poem by m k harikumar
The clowning cloudsThe clouds went on with their ritualswithout a tint of aestheticsThe jungles of the dark triggeredan invisible fearThe deserted railway stationsans neither passengers nor trainsturned into just a…
The clowning cloudsThe clouds went on with their ritualswithout a tint of aestheticsThe jungles of the dark triggeredan invisible fearThe deserted railway stationsans neither passengers nor trainsturned into just a…