My name is Kiran,
I define nothing.
not beauty,
not patriotism,
not love,
not friendship,
not youth.
In the form of singularity and awkwardness..
I take each thing as it is,
without prior rules about what it should be.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Canals of Our City
Oh, to kiss the palms of His hands just to know where He's been.
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