Kesav Venkat Easwaran (June 5th / Palghat- Kerala- India)
A Game Sublime...
Many a moths around one flame
Life’s alluring inviting game
Many lose themselves; what to blame?
The desire to burn in is to blame...
This game goes on for fixed time
So long the wick burns cute a dame
The flame too has its demise tame,
Who sets this flirtatious game sublime?
28 01 2009
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