http://slow.writerscafe.org/Swaroop The original writings of author Swaroop Manikandan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986631 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As the night just got stuck onto you I try harder to pluck the dayout of the moon-tree. It is then a thousand suns wither like autumn leaves only to make you smile which in turn brings my last boat. I now start sailing to the banks of the spring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swaroop/2029265/ It takes exactly the same timeas drinking a cup of teato write a poemAs one takes a sipthe words fall into placeone after anotherAnd then a poemjust sits thereas an empty cup,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swaroop/2006301/ The pre-eternal silence was just waitingoutside the door.The yet-to-be born momentgrew more curiousof all the possibilities.And then...BANG...She jumped into the sceneshouting 'Yey' with athree-teeth laugh.The universe was bornand started lookingat itself.Now one noticesthe snow-peaksthat came .. 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