Shree’s Poems 2: Geometry of Fragmented Existence
In a placid state Stretching and twisting the body, Winding down, I view and discern happenings, Gauge with just two words ‘Yes’ or ‘No,’ Yet still, I land in trouble. Inhabiting amidst Volatile, Reprobate, Hypocrite, Dressed bipedal creatures. One fed me yesterday, Another smashed my spine today. My head bickers over, ‘Yes’ for who? ‘No’ … Read more