The Innocent Harms Poem by Lalkrishna Varavoor

The Innocent Harms



Like burning the plant
With too much manure
My innocent hopes
Ends in vein

Almost all my worsts
Come from concentrated goods

Too much thinking
Makes us mad

Too much light
Makes eyes blind

And so on
I am afraid
Too much love of mine
Makes me a joker

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Lalkrishna Varavoor

Lalkrishna Varavoor

Varavoor, Thrissur, Kerala
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