Cradle Poem by Remya Sasindran
Cradle
As his innocent eyes dimmed
to darkness
the last he saw
was the torn leather seats
of that old car
(A gilded prince
of years too short
and a story
that went
on and on
long after he had fallen
asleep)
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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