A fissure, a fault is born
The high, proud and mighty; the perfect
buckle and break, smothered, torn.
Brilliant poem Aashisha. I live in an earthquake prone region so I can relate to it and even if I didn't it is a piece for everyone. Thank you. RIP the earthquake victims.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The picture is so proper for this words, pretty poem, thanks for sharing.