Poetry

a leaf

An offshoot of chance,

In a specific direction,

The leaf grew, gold to

Green, in the light of day. 

And in the same light, 

Green to freckled,

Down to the bosom of hay. 

Published by

Arjun Kramadhati

This is me. As Charles Bukowski would put it - born like this, born into this. I don't like to talk about myself. I am afraid this is all you are getting now. I like to express myself through my poems, and stories and very soon another novel. I love you, my darling reader. So read on.

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