Mother’s Touch
I capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer roomGolden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fencesValley
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#Blooming
Footprints of the Fiery Wind
The summer blazed like burning sand,On the path where your footprints faded,Along the jagged shore of forgettingI remain—a hollow image,
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The Flowers Of Summer
And then there were three…Atleast known to me —Gulmohar, Cassia and Bougainvillea. The trio of Chennai city’s summer heat,Make a
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