A home with brown blocks,
Some coloured, some not.
Triangles and semi circles,
Pillars and columns,
Building blocks I play.
And it stands high on the marble floor
With a little cautious lean
Threatening to tumble
If threatened.
Don't we do the same sometimes?
And the notorious boys come running
Bringing the wind due to their run.
Swish.
Home fell down.
My home fell down.
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Bhava
PoetryA collection of poems for Krishna as well as writing about my feelings and thoughts, my experiences and memories.
