It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

thoughts

That Way Would it Be?

The inhuman in the human.

The rustling leaves call me

the lashing rains hail me

the fierce wind carry me

the burning sun tan me

the human scorn kills me.

That way we be inhuman

that way the inanimate be human

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood