PAIR MEIN CHAKKAR

My two lines of poetry will never rhyme, until, Oregano, Rosemary and Thyme.

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

BEGGING



I came to your door
for alms,
and inspiration...

My bowl was empty but shining,
Your large eyes reflected in its convex depths.
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