I don’t have any birthplace

 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 .. (మరింత…)

Published in: on జనవరి 26, 2008 at 1:21 సా.  వ్యాఖ్యానించండి  

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. (మరింత…)

Published in: on జనవరి 26, 2008 at 1:20 సా.  వ్యాఖ్యానించండి