O the mind, mind has mountains, cliffs of fall Dreadful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.
by R. Parthasarathy End of a long day’s simple action, the fan’s ceaseless whirr: My life is a desert of stunted thorns.
Dry leaves of regret rustle in me, a sick animal’s breath: The bones of resolution lie scattered.
O the mind, mind has mountains, cliffs of fall Dreadful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.
by R. Parthasarathy End of a long day’s simple action, the fan’s ceaseless whirr: My life is a desert of stunted thorns. regret poem by r parthasarathy
Dry leaves of regret rustle in me, a sick animal’s breath: The bones of resolution lie scattered. O the mind, mind has mountains, cliffs of