Roses and the Shattered Frame – Poem by Nupur Lanjekar

Clenched wrists until the broken nails made a mark, rage controlled till my eyes got dark, Anytime the popped up vein on my forehead would burst was what it seemed like As we see the bloody metal-glass photo frame broken with every strike. There lied he near the shattered vase alongside those fresh red roses… Continue reading Roses and the Shattered Frame – Poem by Nupur Lanjekar

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