Rising in the midst of the foggy path, a dark silhouette, wielding a promising sword, I am but a scar, marked by my own wrath, awaiting and envisaging my transparent tomorrow. Lowering my head, bowing to my trailing past, I kneel. I leave behind, the blood on my hands. Cleansing myself of horrors at last, I pray for a new beginning. Absorbing every sign of light in my … [Read more...]
Indian Literature and Poetry | Nirali Bandaru writes for Indian Review. Visit and find more authors to read from. Enjoy the literature from around the world.