192.Tiresome Search For Solace Poem by rajagopal haran
192.Tiresome Search For Solace
Floor full of eruptions
Hot sun scorching the plants
Trees shedding their shadows
Rocks becoming frying pans
Ponds losing the last drop
Paddy popping in the field itself
Passers by dwindling ever
Roadside robbery impossible
Making the robbers perish thereby
White flowers from fibreless drumstick
Strewn all over the hardened land
By the merciless, violent upper winds
Looking for a place to rest my body
Help me please to find a fair one!
13.04.2008
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4/26/2024 8:49:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
astonishing poem rajagopal...pictorisation is wonderful...you have brought heat into PH...well done...