Life is strange these days
Like flowers peeping out of cracks and nooks
The veins of existence
Where as you water them they sing
Your voice your name your address love.
Life marked off the racks of gain.
Light am I like flashed lightning
That springs out of the rain
Heavy heart like crash of thunder
Serenades the swell of pain
The painting has an owner
And the owner has no name.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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