Abhitha Sathiyaraj


The Wisdom's Drown

T'is the art that fell from the lips of Muses
Fostered and groomed in the arms of masses
Since the dawn of light, through the darken'd days
Writhing wretchedness to be shoved aside.


The wondrous shapes and lines on parchments old.
Life in yellowed tones told
Of men and women in the course of grander dawns

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