Vijay K Nair

The twilight sun, retreats to its nadir, Moon-rise! Flanked by its twinkling fellowship, And the darkened groves their softest shadows wear, The night beckons me with its gentle courtship. I lay on the dew freshened grass,…
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I stood stoic, by the stream, before I could hold no more, And limbs gave weigh, they’d always been strong, I ask of those responsible for my gore, Where did I and my unborn calf go wrong? Progeny of a free land I was,…
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