shanmugampoem2006
Sunday, 3 August 2014
Carbon
As organs are built up on carbon
Organs are nothing but carbon.
Humours are built up on sorrow.
Humour is nothing but sorrow.
Sorrow is wood, that humour burns.
After a glow, the wood turns ash.
26.03.2006
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