Season

The house is empty. It looks plagiarised. Can you mail it some poems, words, with the right stake of grammar? Maybe some love poems because it has suffered enough of oppressed poetry on politics, wars, homelessness, economy, all that bloodlessness captured in words.

rhapsody
she hums his favourite
duet

Poornima Laxmeshwar

Season

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