sowed in me, seeds
of unwarranted affection
But clinging protectiveness
stifled.
Never-changing constancy
bored, cloyed.
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| The title did shed (like the snake) nothing meaningful On what poesies grew shining, coiling, under Startling, the eye that followed A dead husk, to find A living swaying wonder (commenting in verse, hope its not annoying) Aparna |
