Poetry is an elixir of life,
a magical antidote on the soul,
to soothe the scars,
in the sands of time.
Words flow out from the chaos,
with amazing ease,
from the deep chasms,
of the conundrum of life.
They refine my senses,
in every drop of ink,
rolling off in eloquence,
churning into a beautiful expression.
© Geetha Paniker
a magical antidote on the soul,
to soothe the scars,
in the sands of time.
Words flow out from the chaos,
with amazing ease,
from the deep chasms,
of the conundrum of life.
They refine my senses,
in every drop of ink,
rolling off in eloquence,
churning into a beautiful expression.
© Geetha Paniker
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