Mehul Devkala
Poems by Mehul Devkala
In the skies, full of vermillion,
Like an ascetic meditating,
A dark shape emerges slowly.
The lore has it,
Millions of years ago,
There was a volcano that threw everything up.
In the skies, full of vermillion,
Like an ascetic meditating,
A dark shape emerges slowly.
The lore has it,
Millions of years ago,
There was a volcano that threw everything up.