The Invaders
Feasts and hallowed days spin on orbits seldom grazing mine, till your voice swings past meridians and meteorites (Insat 2-B and Mobistar abetting) this Saturday noon to hum Happy Holi into the unwary whorls of a left eardrum. I could weigh the vernal sunbeams in those notes... #poetryspecial
Karthika Nair