cyriac maliakkal

I was on the ways of examine the
glorious attempts of talking 
to my futuristic days 
I had done my verbal works,
My shoulders were pained.
It was the poor months.

I was on a journey for future
My talents had gone into dig.
Rain had hidden my cries.

  • Author: cyriac maliakkal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2023 02:57
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