V.Mohana krishnan

Might Haven'T Been

Havent brooded on any bough
Hatched no egg in no warmth
What had fallen
Turned not feathers
Turned not cooeeings
Not me
It is not me insight,
Nor is it my name
In your ear
I am not in the choir
Keen not to pick my voice
Pelt me not with memories
No, I havn't gone this way
Or never have I been

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