Its just a cluster of bones...
A lopsided arrangement of veins...
Shabby wits...
Hobbled neurons...
Crazed phase
A herd of noisy wordless hecklers...
Neon yellow...
Sputter of orange...
Dash of red...
Welcome to blocked colour's course...
Just one tiny opening...
Ants heaped as sharks at dinner...
Climbing..
Pulling...
Tearing...
Straight was the narrow way but none is straight...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem