An old poem from a younger Aakarsh: Flowers
Published by Random Walker under Verses on Monday, November 19, 2007
Flowers... their fragrances felt in life
and even on a lifeless body as a wreath...
life perhaps is just a journey
of a tender fragrance...called Breath
29.4.2002
and even on a lifeless body as a wreath...
life perhaps is just a journey
of a tender fragrance...called Breath
29.4.2002
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