Warmth Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Warmth



Soil burns at midnight
Fragrance of henna oozes from breasts
Where have I lost my navel string?

Thursday, September 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gajanan Mishra 11 September 2014

soil burns at mid night, meaningful, thanks,

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