Dawn-break
The glistening sun rays falling upon
With the crows cawing
At dawn break.
The Eve
Seated on a bullock-cart
The teenage bride
Going in tears.
A Painter of Tear-drops
The tear drop falling
From the wet eyelashes
Of a nameless lass.
Blue Eyes
A pair of blue eyes,
I could not know,
Why are they?
Global Village
The world as a bazaar
And I going
To do my marketing.
Tornado
Where dwell you
That come you from across
Ruffling and tossing it all?
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