Frosty dawn wrapped in clouds completes sketching a sparrow on the nape of memory lusted on the deciduous leaves in yellow, it flapped renouncing the colours
Poems of a very solitary adhere like a leech on the crease of my inner wall tinted with blurred darkness in red Entrusting me for writing snow has started falling with its thousand poems, the night lays their eggs of secret words therein ME Scattered as; A cup frozen with tea stains, books read few pages or half, an innocent ballad with the feather that crow dropped, and a heap of dirty clothes, filled with the words of snow.