April 28, 2006 by ashwinc
Make an instrument that fills your heart with joy
By using it sparsely, you are about to destroy
Tell me Lord…
You made me bright and intelligent
And sent me to a place which makes me dormant…
Posted in Books & Poetry | 1 Comment
Dei..ithu over da. oracle vantha udaney dormant ayitiya :))
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