A Space for Reflections and Musings
Clarion calls shall rise to the sky and passions of countrymen shall be on a high on this Republic Day. On Rajpath shall be displayed our might in military and the diversity of our nation and The President shall salute the men and women to the proud National Anthem. Flowers shall fall from the heavens... Continue Reading →
Platitudes on mountain corpses still Smoke from abandoned window sills Pay reverence to wallowing souls in pity Tainted winds over fields of white lily. Design to resurrect dragon flowers of old From the breasts of a scarred lonely cuckold Denigrated children scamper in wild games As the city lavishes in rustic Avarice's flames. ... Continue Reading →
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