Poems give us a new window to see things in a new perspective..Varma
Her armory
Her disarming smile
Kept him at arm’s length
And
She had an unexplored
armory of it
To keep the world out
Yet so near ,at arm’s
length
Her fears
Fears of years entered
her
Like a ship into a
port
And dropped an anchor
Built of guilt,
The past gravitates
Into the present for the
future
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