Flying house (Dr.Sunitha Ganesh)
It was variegated with mud. The roof was cracked apart. The pots inside, Had turned into boats. Kneeling and rowing…
It was variegated with mud. The roof was cracked apart. The pots inside, Had turned into boats. Kneeling and rowing…
There is a boatman, Rowing and rowing far.. Loading All the disappointments in his boat. There is a lordless anchor..…
Let me know the odour of dreams fulfills the scarcity of vain fancy Like a drizzle drone of daring dray…