By: Bejoy Balagopal In the rapidly vanishing sands of time, Where is it that I draw my line? Once the waves wash their sins on shore, How would I know which half is mine? In the lonely expanse of the blue,…
By: Bejoy Balagopal In the rapidly vanishing sands of time, Where is it that I draw my line? Once the waves wash their sins on shore, How would I know which half is mine? In the lonely expanse of the blue,…