Poems

SUMMER RAIN

A TERRIBLE MILLENIUM

LET THE CLOUD MELT

WHY SHOULD I WORRY ? 

 

 

1 comment:

  1. Sudha Nedunganoor5 February 2013 at 10:45

    AN INTOXICANT
    When I fell upon the bed of thorns
    Of my life
    I got intoxicated in woes
    I pained and pained to faint at last
    Why I don"t know ,don"t know friend!

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