Friday, October 23, 2015

Another poem by Harika


by Harika Kottakota

There is a certain holiness

To lullabies on those peaceful nights

When the flashes of white and crimson

Beneath my eyelids


Tremors can’t pass through my skin

As the voices marring my conscience

With their weeping agony


Darkness is simply a passing stranger

And the emerald-eyed ravens

Hunting my teardrops are nowhere

In sight

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