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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