chandra thiagarajan


Looms Large


Poetry looms large
making my life valuable
It swells in me.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 20, 2012

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  • Kee Thampi (11/27/2012 7:46:00 PM)

    little bonsai poems my best wishes for this poet
    It swells in me.................. (Report) Reply

  • Www. Poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 (11/23/2012 5:45:00 AM)

    Yes, poetry looms large in all of us and swells ever and ever. At times we get a right exposure and our mundane life gets a glitter of tranquillity and we know ourselves.... A very powerful triplet you have shared with us... Thanks for reading my latest posts Madam.. (Report) Reply

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