POETRY | Paradise by Krishen Mohan

More I dream, Of a wasteland, Of scattered mesas, Blackened to white. A landscape charred, To a dust fine, A palate of grays, Blown adrift, aflight. There are here yet, Diamonds in the dust, And hidden in the shadows, Cane amidst the dirt. Sour fruit fresh palate, This bitter a nectar, Never had I tasted, The sugar amidst … Continue reading POETRY | Paradise by Krishen Mohan