Monday, 3. May 2010
Acrostic
Rain this morning thudding
Against my lacerated sleep seemed to plead:
“Do not be so distant from this desolate
House. Soaked in the humid air,
Ink runs from a dream’s gouache of you, Radhika.
Kiss me awake again this morning, just as
Ash departing into heaven kisses the fire's face”
My Poems
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