poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
My home, is filled with many Rooms,Each with its own articles, Stories to tell with each fork and knife,Plates which have inscribed in them entire novels,You can digest each syllabal, each vowel leaving you in awe,Your mouth round from the shape it has taken,Glasses of Lassi are sipped at table, It is sweet, due to […]