On a summer day, I see a poet, shivering with cold and paralyzed in his blanket. He is writing the pain of a flower frozen in ice. .. .. Iyalisam...
On a summer day, I see a poet, shivering with cold and paralyzed in his blanket. He is writing the pain of a flower frozen in ice. .. ..Iyalism…
The two lines never meet. I had written a love letter on lined paper. Is this all a reason.. Why I don't like it… .. Iyalism…