Once upon a time,in one fine December
When I burnished the road with my steps
I felt some water filled thin cloth
Slamming my face with its flowery moisture.
I welcomed it with wide hands and relished
That time people called it fresh air
Now in the same time of month
When I keep my toe in the overwhelming road
I long for the same cloth to relish me
It to came for my constant call
But this time a black cloth
From a large industry expelling hot air
And this time people call it destiny's dare...
-DEVIMANJU MOHAN
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PoetryHi friends...This is my first book. But this is not a book,Haha because this is a compilation of my poems and thoughts which I have written when I felt bored or inspired. This book contains my English poems while the other book in my profile has my...
