Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
My Mind... - Poem by Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
my soul is a desert soaked in rain now
it is a street where a festival procession passes.
i will never forget the moments i spent with you, even in death bed.
it is for us leaves become reddened with sunlight
and moonlight falls in garden
it is for us
every tree sheds its leaves
and honey fills every every flower.
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