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Woe, Owe and Vow

Umpteen timesHave I been foodAnd at times preyTo a man’s hunger,Now who is your father. Once in a month, three daysMy womb weptTears of bloodTill the day you sprouted And I graduated fromA private shame to aPublic honour. Not as easy as a fruit that can be pluckedNot as easy as an egg to layContinue reading “Woe, Owe and Vow”

A Brief Case of Grief

The grief from an oblivious past has sunken your cheeks The worries that echo from the morrow Have bent the corners of your lips The bows that shot cheers Are wet with your inessential tears Quintessential Fears The lights of a thousand stars are clouded in one dark wrap of suspicion The hairs have wrinkledContinue reading “A Brief Case of Grief”