529 Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

529



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

Thursday, January 18, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal
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