Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, April 4, 2014
Fifty
He learnt how to become
Fifty, not in shades of tales or bundles of misshapen pages
He grew fifty years and more
Every time he opened the kerosene smelling paper.
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