“Life doesn’t happen to…
We do not, do not swoop, do not soar. We are not eagles. Instead, we lurch along, falling…
I wonder if so many souls together bind to form so many worlds.Or is every soul living just an unconnected form…
A Poem
Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no wayO circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me
When the moon grows big, round and shiny