 |
| Vinitha V N |
Oozing down through the window pane
She reminds me of my tears
Many a times drained from me
Washing the stain down
I doubt it purgated my soul.....
..... Some extend
It consoles me often
In the darkness, hiding from the eyes of doubts
Once in ecstasy another in distress
But she is always the same
Daughter of emotions
Drains them out
Comments
Post a Comment