Categories thoughts An Excess. Post author By meenas17 Post date June 9, 2016 2 Comments on An Excess. Had to rush through many weddings. Saw nothing, ate nothing it was a mad rush. Anything too much is a stress. Share this: Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related By meenas17 A lover of classical Carnatic music. An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood View Archive → ← The Artist in Cheema. → Mirrors Do Not Lie. 2 replies on “An Excess.” Interesting poem…you can feel the fast past Thanks, Maremma Gee. Leave a reply to Maremma Gee Cancel reply Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
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Interesting poem…you can feel the fast past
Thanks, Maremma Gee.