Every Moon Sets -10: The Orphaned Plate Of Life Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

The reptiles of urges are no longer in the burrows sir.They are crawling in open frightening our very existence.Perrenial thirst never quenched.You are now in a top level of enlightenment sir.Presentation has no parallel.Simply best of the bests.

washed clean with fluid of deadly hunger on the orphaned plates and perennial thirst. What a lovely poem shared. 10+++ for the sharing.

The reptiles of urges come out into the open in the dark deep nights that serve all my trust in you all my air of life within lungs of love Loved the poem so nicely penned. 10+++

The reptiles of urges come out into the open in the dark deep nights Lovely poem shared. 10++++ for the poem.

The reptiles of urges come out into the open in the dark deep nights A highly imaginative and lovely poem shared. 10++++ for the poem

washed clean with fluid of deadly hunger on the orphaned plates and perennial thirst. What a lovely poem shared. 10+++ for the sharing

washed clean with fluid of deadly hunger on the orphaned plates and perennial thirst. Loved the poem so nicely penned. 10+++

washed clean with fluid of deadly hunger on the orphaned plates and perennial thirst. What a lovely poem shared. 10+++ for the sharing.

washed clean with fluid of deadly hunger on the orphaned plates and perennial thirst. what a lovely poem shared. 10+++++for it.