INDIAN BEADS The white lotus flower Saraswathi sits smugly ever heard her veena?
Lord Muruga stands happily with two devout wives common man wishes. Muktananda hops on China border sprouting how did he balance? There's a little bird cries va va va thrice calling Death. Premonition. Corpse burning Ganga carried ash from burnt skin / bones. Shiva sleeps after that. Sivakami Velliangiri -- You are encouraged to post poetry, respond critically to the poems circulated and participate in discussions. To post, email your message to ZESTPoets@yahoogroups.com OR post online at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/post/ Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
