RIFTA Poem by Joicy Christopher
Deep down I found her
beyond reach, Her neck strangled, Her hands cuffed, Her ankles chained. What is it to her? A clutch? or, A place of transformation? A domain of recreation? A sphere of orientation? Purposelessly Wither In that closed box Unexplored Unpassed Under layered. © 2019 Joicy Christopher |
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Added on November 5, 2017 Last Updated on February 19, 2019 AuthorJoicy ChristopherChennai, Tamil Nadu, IndiaAboutJoicy Christopher @ Ajeetha Joicy Rosana. C is a writer, fine art trainer and PG English Assistant, in Chennai and Trichy schools. more..Writing
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