I am stationed at the center,
Gazing at every other loner,
The eye are laced with yellow,
The face is massacred with blows,
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i sit wonder-struck reading this wonderful poem. i wonder at the thought waves that traversed those uncountable mind-miles in pursuit of blessed content to build this ecstatic edifice of enduring beauty of cosmic excitement, which i felt while engaged myself in your verses. not enough, i must read it repeatedly, enjoy it to the core, and like an innocent village boy enjoying the juice of some seasonal mango at its mellow fate, standing by the cool shade of a legendary mango tree, having forgotten his herding duties and the setting weak red sun too.. leaving now, as duty calls me, but, would, by God's grace, like to read again, post to my inbox please. love and rgds
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.