By Ekasmayi Naresh
A poem about how ardour finds its way out in one way or the other. Sometimes it can even look like the ink in one’s journal.
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By Ekasmayi Naresh
A poem about how ardour finds its way out in one way or the other. Sometimes it can even look like the ink in one’s journal.
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This poem gazes at the poet herself as a mosaic: a combination of all the little passion-filled endeavours and affections that make her whole
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