We Were Whites At Gangotri Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

We Were Whites At Gangotri



A fine mist of snow condensed on my face
and froze soon to make me of white race.
Black faces shone bright
and it was a nice sight.
Nature doesn't sting the skin spraying mace.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
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Rajendran Muthiah

Rajendran Muthiah

Madurai District, Tamil Nadu, India.
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