My form is not prolific
My form is not abundant
My form is not an enigma
My form is not charismatic
But a petal that fall behind
My anguish blend with shadows
My whisper pert and gigantic
My grieves shadow the future
Benevolent thought that phi antic
Empty life that is lunatic
Nature grin in front on a cart
Wonder glimpse in small eyes of mine
On a little cart eternal
Praise the boon that part me on earth
With the widen eyes of sorrows
A thunder hit inside and stoops all thought
If she grieve for a lazy lot
What would be the future of this trot?
Widen eyes that blink in shock
But she grins with all flock! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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SALINI NAIR
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