I am some limb or organ under a head of vacuum
From whence I was born, how I grew up,
Just at 47 how I blew up,
Since none of you told me anything .. (ఇంకా…)
The Lake of Childhood
It used to be moist somewhat.
When little feet got tired running here
a cool touch used to caress, like mother’s hand. (ఇంకా…)
