Women Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY
Women
I create you,
but I gave you my heart
to think as the truth,
but you clayed the world
your beauty come to sunken
skunked to man.
NO! dear ones, I can’t
see you in the world
rest I am mad!
I, play my violin
Strings it broken
IP
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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