Friday, 2 August 2013


This is my home.
It is made of words.
The red head
Tapping the slender palms
For worms
Playful kids
Sloshing about
In puddle
Evening vespers
Drawing in the soul
Peaceful jasmines
Filling the night
With fragrance
 Aren’t they made of words too?
In the beginning
There was Word
So word be my oasis
Let it be my cover.