I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Monday, June 14, 2010
My Sleep
Onto the bed I leap. ‘What have I done to reap?’ ‘A prize or a penance?’ Grows on the bed, a lance ! Then ideas come to dance. then from the bed I leap, and oozes out my sleep.
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