When the world gets too much to handle, I leave a bit of myself here....
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Two Mynahs
There's a sting at my back and a glare in my face, A glaze in my eyes and in my mind, a daze. Two singing mynahs would sit on my shirt and look, While the weeping world around them shook.
*Written sitting idle in Sreeleathers, Esplanade.*
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