Lustre of a Burning Corpse: Three poems by Anureet Watta
Poetry by Anureet Watta: ‘The world has ended many times before, / just this morning when I heard my father’s footsteps, / just this evening when you looked my way.’
Poetry by Anureet Watta: ‘The world has ended many times before, / just this morning when I heard my father’s footsteps, / just this evening when you looked my way.’