Into His Pyre…
Sep 6th, 2009 | By Narendra Pai | Category: PoetryTweet The first day, rendezvous with him, Every sound seemed absurd. He stopped me from making the sin, Blocked me from saying any word. He wanted me to know the fact… That his wife was safest in his arm, While he lived and after fate ended his act, While it’s cold and after it’s warm. […]