• rahulkrishnakumar 37w

    TO A SPOTLESS MIND.....

    The murmur of this wind, provokes my heart, to beat fast...
    At the end of this cold virgin forest, the eternal verity of hope, sleeping.....

    The desert within the soul of soil weeping for a rebirth...still, the bougainvilleas are blooming as the song of summer..
    The path of sin, the vacant eyed desires, creeping snakes of temptations and the taboo of my manhood.. laying on the shore..
    me...walking through this springs, to find myself.....

    ©rahulkrishnakumar