Treasure Island

Anuksha Shetty


Poems of Anuksha Shetty

The December Storm

Trying hard to think
I'm trying hard to think about it
But I forgot it all
My hands, My hands are Numb
I can't feel, touch any thing
My eye's are frozen
As cop's try to make me comfortable
They ask me about the December man
And all I say is-I don't remember

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