A Word Of Spate Poem by venkata lakshmi narasimharao

A Word Of Spate



A tiny stone creates
a lot of ripples
on calm waters
as a word of spate
causes turbulent
emotions
in the heart
of a pure man
A dropp of poison
spoils the bowl
of manna
like a wrong note
discords the symphony
of an enthralling orchestra

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