Arun Kurkute

what then


I wanted to grow in a love of flowers

I do not know, why?

It just did not happen;

There were many flowers around me

I did not know, where?

All of it has taken away from me;

The loneliness has imposed upon me

Against my will, why?

I am in the verge of wither,

Perhaps I can not blossom again.

By Mr. Arun Kurkute.


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Published on on 07/21/2007.


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