Gandharv Hasith Kumar
Joined October 2018
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In Her Eyes...
his first cry, her first love, when he held her fingers for the first time—so tight, "he's a strong boy, my baby's going to be a handful" she remembered saying through the tears that chocked her. She remembered looking at him, taking in everything—that pink, babbling baby.
By Gandharv Hasith Kumar5 years ago in Poets
The Choices He Made...
The train rushed past lush fields and dilapidated villages, why don't you ever say it back she asks, I don't reply—the silence hangs in the air. Maybe it's because I don't know what it means, maybe I'm just not sure. It was just 3 words after all.
By Gandharv Hasith Kumar5 years ago in Poets