Nicely Dyed Falling... Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Nicely Dyed Falling...

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Stupidity absolutely
Stupidity to avoid her..

Her proximity ever cheerful;
Fire-wind is point of fall,
I have been fallen...

Falling senseless falling..
Falling Oh!
Highest object:

White sandal-fragrant falling
Nicely dyed falling...

How merciful she is !
Neither crunches my bones, flesh
Nor sucks my blood,
Only drinks the broth of my longevity..

Friday, September 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: falling
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