Lack Of Pomp Poem by chayamsu v r

Lack Of Pomp



'only a sweet crooning
to herald my being,
and the forsaken feather
to haunt the whole being,
and the warmth of brooding hearth
flashes on you yet.
so simple was our life, '
the birds chirped in ecstasy

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