Forever Neeta
Saturday, July 6, 2013
The caterpillar
The caterpillar
She, a brutal commoner
He a poet,
And both tread the annals of togetherness,
The moving images leave
Between dawn and dust,
They enter the cocoon
And wait for a caterpillar
To paint colours.
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