Poetry Blogs (hindu culture)
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She got a hand for every one of her virtues
Showing goals a path for the soul
There is nothing she can do
A goddess with a wealth of spiritual beauty
The moon will dance for her
Golden completion the lotus blooms for her
Not obsessed with what she gives or what she gets
Everyone loves her children are named after her
She gives good luck with ever touch
Wisdom and purity ...
Friday 24th July 2020 7:39 am
A Tree In The Elephant’s Graveyard
It began with a pen
beneath a tree.
upon a rat
to rest awhile.
The paper was white
and stared at me
The pen hovered,
around My neck.
I thought of stars
of gouache landscapes.
Still the paper
fuck the pen.
Monday 17th November 2014 8:13 pm