525 Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

525



Upheavels
Betrayals
Pestilent
Predators
Predestined
Allpains
Crossed over
That bane.
To take on
New sharpnels
New battles
I am trained.
Nalini

Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: battles,sad
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