Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 33. The Darkest Cloud
Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani 33. The Darkest Cloud I’m the Tusker My self-confidence Full fathom high Strength is my address-line Style, my instinct Caparison my self-esteem My name: a Tusker I’m the heroine Who infuses blood Into the veins of my Emaciated race! The ready high-tech weapon in the hands of My […]
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