The night at her fashion-less wedding
On the nude streets of Balasore,
Beggars hunting sleep
After day’s wrecks,
Trees luckless at their
Mid-widow life, yearns
For a rainy day’s dance-
Men...
You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...
