విశాఖపట్నం
Nothing is your’s here, is it?
When mother root is begun to decay, that’s warning to swaying brown branches death under luminous stars in vile world play with the weeping snow fall of snowy breath. All they glorify gloating shades with grades in cooling summer green thick shelter cool till kissing spring’s hot twilight shady fades, blessed facts with cursed stages for frozen souls. See! homeless dwellers toil with jaunty smiles it’s art of living poverty juncture, scenes, not seen ‘n buildings of big gates, of miles, but feel godsend beauty queens of nature. If felt judges with deep keenly faces vanishing blessed pride, with jealous bases. – Sasi Sarma Bollapragada.
sasisarmabollapragada- September 1, 2026
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