Those perfidious friends
My faint-hearted lover
The hollowed bones inside
Muted cries of all nights
All were like the grapes
of grievous cluster
producing nothing but
abundant wine of pain.
-Kritika Vashist
Those perfidious friends
My faint-hearted lover
The hollowed bones inside
Muted cries of all nights
All were like the grapes
of grievous cluster
producing nothing but
abundant wine of pain.
-Kritika Vashist