Unpruned roses
and unknown grasses
make me aware
of the emptiness
the dusk in her room sounds:
she searches out
her shadow in
the rising moon
I feel the season's prick
--R.K.Singh
and unknown grasses
make me aware
of the emptiness
the dusk in her room sounds:
she searches out
her shadow in
the rising moon
I feel the season's prick
--R.K.Singh
