Apurva Banthia Poems

It rained,
But quite cloudlessly last night...

It was no downpour,
...

The night feels cold,
As the wind blows through.
A friend walks on,
As he misses you.
...

Here lay in ashes, my kin of long since.
Here they charred as were destined once.
We are but akin for brittle or dense,
The light from The Father is what I lens,
...

The old man and his scar-burned night
Fearing an impending fiery fight,
His heart with venegence and,
Himself on galley... both alight!
...