Perched upon the branch of a willow, as silent as the ocean floor. Her feathers unmoved in the gentle, reeking breeze, her gaze undeterred. A pallbearer of sorrow; her unblinking, soulful eyes, still. "I come in grief, I come in mourning. Tainted with the Devil's cursed Trident, I soar in my blasphemous wake. I long for the dead, I crave his rotting corpse. His putrid … [Read more...]
Authors & Literature | Rishabh Pal writes on Indian Review. Visit and find out poems and short stories from around the world. Rishab is a student of D.A.V. Public School, Kolkata.