You arrive without an invite
your exit is not in my might!
you travel boundless
pouring on me like a storm,
soothing like the night,
a company in loneliness,
forsaker in the crowd....
you throw questions high
to quest the answer, day and night
When I loaf around like a nomad
in bits and pieces you arrive - oh my thought!
4 comments:
Good one Sowmya.🤗
Tumba chennagide.gazzals ninda Kannada pasta start madiddi.super
Chennagide
where is the english translation ?
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