The sky,a slow moving zebra
riding on the ripples
of water poured from
our oil laden oceans
A child,swims through them
looking for the last dying pomfret
everyday,
An animal's vanity is
chewed on,sometimes even worn
by desolation,hungry for
a ear to speak to
riding on the ripples
of water poured from
our oil laden oceans
A child,swims through them
looking for the last dying pomfret
everyday,
An animal's vanity is
chewed on,sometimes even worn
by desolation,hungry for
a ear to speak to
SO much water in the posts I am reading today. Sea, ocean, tears, currents. Hungry for an ear. Aren't we all Manik? I am listening. I am listening very intently to every word you pour here.
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