Red-Wings Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Red-Wings

Rating: 5.0


Got up from bed
Morning is red
Calling me far-off
Agogging cascade

Laughter of flowers
Now an ascetic
Heavenly smell spread
I'm candlestick

Bubbling up water
Mystic birds sing
Prepared to welcome
Coming red-wings

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