ARUN MANDRU
SUNBURN AND OTHER POEMS
Thursday, May 21, 2009
WHEAT
there was browny wheat
all over my fields,
they grow fast, sweet, every moment!
when you me and a lot grey lipped birds,
we all together sit there by,
the wheats grown perfect
shape and in colour!
with all your laughs and silence.
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ARUN MANDRU
SUNBURN AND OTHER POEMS