Friday, January 18, 2013


By the great Indian writer Anindya Sundar Roy.


She said it was always free for men
having real good accessories
And turned back to the door
the door she use to knock every Friday morning
I don’t like showing off stuffs
out of rage
She knew I can touch the sky with hope
and she had vertigo since
she lost her peanut.

    1 comment:

    1. A super poem, that hits home short & quick.