Rookie - 107 Points (25-03-1996 / KERALA)

The Wiper Of My Sorrows

Brimming with sorrows
In a mawkish way
I loitered through the narrow
path to exhume my day.

Reached an abondoned zone.
A tree stood in its middle.
Something urged me to go on
and I did go in a toddle.

[Report Error]