Monday, May 23, 2016

Pale Bloodless Body Of A Poet Comments

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Then the evening slowly coming stood under the fig tree
Then the twilight under the wings of home-sick flying birds
Then tender smell of darkness seeming in the air
Then the trees started writing poems with the moon-light ink
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SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
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