Stratified Night-Rock Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Stratified Night-Rock

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Once gifted you
Frantic flowers
of my youthful-days' garden,
Not being induced
But with full knowledge and belief;
Then myself not satisfied with that,
I have to bestow more….
It is the high time
While the world little by little
Attaining emancipation
Please accept my stratified night-rock,
Till unturned.

Thursday, July 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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