Explorations: Xxvi Poem by indira babbellapati

Explorations: Xxvi



I stand
At your door-step
With an empty bowl
I can't ask you
Why I'm made
To stand there
I can't ask you
Why my bowl
Is empty;

The bowl
The emptiness
And I
Are all your design
Are your creation!

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indira babbellapati

indira babbellapati

visakhapatnam, india
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