May I introduced myself.
My name is Prasad Natarajan. I am born on a scorching hot summers day, Saturday 2nd of April 1983 to two humble and gentle soul parents. Their first child, and their only son. With day-to-day running around to make a normal survival, I am a private person spending most of my time writing something or painting. Poetry gives me another outlet to express my feelings.
The windows of my body slowly close,
Abandoned in a garden full of red rose,
Walking amidst gentle flowing stream,
Golden yellow cutting through sun beam.
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Vibrant colors of red have engulfed the vision,
Chocolate wrappers with silky skin,
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Unflowering Spring
Fresh pollens fill soft morning light,
Tender leaves just emerge from branches,
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Common Crow
Rain drops on my forehead pour,
Lion behind the clouds began to roar,
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