shanmugampoem2013
Sunday, 12 July 2015
To be made meaningful.
Unless your eyes turn into chisels,
I’d be granite, not a statue.
Unless my lips turn into brushes,
You’d be canvas, not a picture.
Your glances and my utterances
Can transform us to meaningful ones.
20.05.2013
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