Poems from arushidesai
Teachers,
you are not our friends,
not all the time,
please do not fool yourselves.
Teachers,
I'm asking you:
do you remember that the...
someone once said,
“if a writer falls in love with you,
you can never die.”
i am immortal -
or,
i was
i met her on a weary August day...
we got to thinking,
well,
what if people
weren’t people?
he was:
that small record store,
the one you’d see on the corner
filled with...