There is nothing that I cannot forget Neither the tides Never the shores Newer terrains Nether ashes There is a fever that I see ferocious Here is a blanket Here is a blank verse Here is a blister Here is a boulder There is a slogan that I see rising Urge to utterance United hopes […]
Tag: Hunters
Poem : Monkey’s Chess
It is his game He and his cohorts He and his pawns It is a pure monkey chess Not the one we play crisp and cross Not the one we play with snake and ladder Not the one we play with bows and arrows Not the one we play with black and white In the […]
