Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Independence Day Haiku
Clear blue sky The Tricolour hoisted high Jingoism Dancing
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Yes. But I still love my country!
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