Comments about Sadhana Mishra
I know not who you are; does it matter the least?
The curtain veils ur entity, or does it?
The palpable, tangible fragrance, has smothered the walls.
As i stand here fragile, your presence is strengthed.
'I'-this monosyllable weighs tons,
has shattered my self.
In this cage of bones-
I gasp for breath.
I am not weak; I have killed my Innocence.
I am not indifferent; I have nourished my pains.
I am not prudent; I kept judging my fellows,