Easter Collage Poem (Remove filter)
Flute and the Cross
Descends amidst the catastrophe
Prefers the straw over thrones
Tends the grazing cattle
Frolics that “dark-skinned”
With the street urchins
Aiming stones at the earthen pots
“Trades of milk”; he aptly defies
First feed kids in the countryside
Heals the wounds with peacock feather
Melts over pounded rice of the poor
Colours all in tunes of oneness
Of his s...
Friday 25th March 2016 8:14 am
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