Trust Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Trust



Repeatedly cultivated
Now my hands shaped as branches of olive tree
But birds neither sit nor make nest

Perhaps they are endowed with insight
Have guessed wrong something..

Now I have to undergo the course of gaining trust

Trust is very much lucrative...

Thursday, September 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: trust
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