Traverse Greened Wasteland
My parched wasteland waits
The rains love makes would come soon
Spread a green meadow
I would traverse to reach you
In the moist depth of my heart.
August 20, 2017.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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