shanmugampoem2012
Tuesday 5 May 2015
The results are not minded.
Death is certain; we don’t expect it.
We go empty hand; we don’t think of it.
Fame is a bubble; we don’t muse of it.
Forbidden love; we won’t drop it.
19.06.2012
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