English Translations of poems written by Poly Varghese
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Boiled moments..
A tree grows lonely in a room, penetrating its floor.
The roots spread aiding the walls.
Eyes start to cramp on the branches.
Forest recalls the raw nerves
Rivers take a stroll through rusted hardy paths
Boiled moments etiolate in rustling of leaves...
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