A poem attempting to crack the beautiful mystery called woman with a photograph of mysterious veiled woman as the backdrop.
Thy name is woman
Poems are my first hand emotions. The molten lava within me that overflows with tectonic shift of time, I just scribble and present it before you. Poems are the first tool that taught me to express and that too without any prejudice or bias. I have promised myself to continue with it throughout my life.
Poems by Kumar Gautam 