Scribbling on Water

If poetry is not your forte. Please don’t venture ahead. They are stray lines I grabbed sometimes in hurry, sometimes in paused thought. STUCK (Sept1999) Stuck, Stuck in the mud,Hanging by a feather……….. He rings the bell incessantly.What if he turns mad?What if he hears the bell ringing in his ears?Forever………….. He laughs at me……I […]

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