to live with two hearts
set against each other
akin to hatred within love
is my fate, born
...
the last petal to the roots
the birds to their birthnest
all have gone back
yet nobody knows
...
My Mind
my mind
without substance
ransacks
inner universe
building taste
and forms
save soul.
you have shown with this selfless poem that you are as Lord Hari has said ... Premaswaruplaara... the embodiment of love
you have shown with this selfless poem that you are as Lord Hari has said ... Premaswaruplaara... the embodiment of love