interpreting loveA Poem by vivekanandThe wetness in the evening light is a paradox, coming with the only streak of light that drifts into our common room... the wetness reminds me of darkness and still air.. and also a pristine voice that is clothed only with your prejudices... it is a nakedness that talks to mine it is feminine and motherly and uncold ... then it leaves me altogether and the morning light is a perversion- that brightness is a poison © 2011 vivekanand |
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Added on December 14, 2011 Last Updated on December 14, 2011 Authorvivekanandchennai, tamilnadu, IndiaAbouttrying to find out seriously what i am.. i trained in medicine.. neither had the expertise, confidence nor the desire to move on as a doctor.. preparing for civil services more..Writing
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