Glance
Glance
I write what I glance upon
Poverty or some clouds
Some weddings some processions
Or some bodies under shrouds
I get on paper, I pour it out
Like blood of my own
Then heal myself, and again leave;
Lost amongst these crowds.
I write what I glance upon
Poverty or some clouds
Some weddings some processions
Or some bodies under shrouds
I get on paper, I pour it out
Like blood of my own
Then heal myself, and again leave;
Lost amongst these crowds.