Alive
My branches dropped its green
And dryness gripped its bones
A skeleton of horror I was
Glory lost..forgotten..
Still strong for a lonely bird
Or a reflection of a passerby
Picture courtesy: Amit Agarwal
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In an age in which the roots of goodness and relationships are getting detached, I thank God for permitting me to witness the sweetness... -
Look at the plastic lining of the bulbul's nest And here is the inside Since childhood I wonder about many things that I se... -
There is a roar in the silence of my depth A million tear drops awaiting deliverance All you hear could be sound and tunes You see jus...
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