Tuesday, September 1, 2009


my fourth hour with it,
i hate upper case letters.
the computer has tired.
my fourth page comes,
i haven't progressed.
the paper needs to go.
my fourth finger aches,
i had googled much.
the number still unknown.
my fourth moon's vision,
i have to sleep in dark,
the tamas and you mAyA!


Arun said...

This ought to be put up in Fourth Estate..:P

Smruthi said...

the fourth estate is vast,
plantations farmers tea,
baskets on backs are brown,
too cliched poetry like mine.