What does it cost,
putting all scattered rhymes
into a bag
Or into a burning furnace
to lift my ashes...
I want to roam
the forbidden den.
Let my confessions roar
the screams.
© Annum Shabbir. Raja
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DESIRE OF THE DESIRE LESS
PoetrySome rustic poems of a Bohemian Soul, some unsaid stories turned into her words.
