Trans Migration Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

Trans Migration



That Night
I Was Intoxicated,
Slept In A Brothel,
Dreamed Hallows,
Heard Unsung Ecclesiastical Songs,
Whispers From Saints' Tombs.
Later I Withdrew To My Heart.

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