A tender mind...
bruised.
Innocence...
charred.
A childhood...
lost.
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My collection in free verse, published by Writer's Workshop, Kolkata. For copies, write to me at ramyasriram1@gmail.com or write to Writers Workshop (click on the cover).
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My collection in free verse, published by Writer's Workshop, Kolkata. For copies, write to me at ramyasriram1@gmail.com or write to Writers Workshop (click on the cover).
2 comments:
This reminds me... there are some poems that a poet writes for him/herself, which no one else can understand, unless he/she knows a lot about the poet. :)
i'd say i've a vague idea of what u r talking abt..the inevitable..disillusionment..or does it go beyond?
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