Enso
I have some amazing collections!
The moon, dark lacunae etched all over,
Broke pearls strung on failed ideas,
Hideous rocks, amassed from my life's path,
A worn-out journal and it's mortifying pages.
The crowds that I always go against,
My unique dancers, shaking a leg with me at times,
And every perfect morn I start by
A waggish baboon that awaits in the mirror to laugh at.
K.S.Lakshmi
Copyright © Lakshmi K.S. | Year Posted 2021
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