Abandoned Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

Abandoned



I saw the clay of cemeteries to be dry;
always dry for ever life.
In the winter nights,
the rain will pass trough the valley;
heard the strong beatness of rain;
night after night, day after day
it still beaten the valley.
I resigned myself from the way
with a small newborn in my hand,
as an stray, from there

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