At Sabrimala
Saw I the woman devotee
Waiting for a darshan
Of the Lord Ayappa for so long.
Golden Locks
The blonde
With the golden locks
Telling a golden saga of love.
My Structure
A skull
With skeleton bones,
I a skeleton
Which you will frighten to see,
Was he the same being?
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