The Monday afternoon song!

The Monday afternoon song! short poem

I get these weird reading pangs, as Monday afternoon awkwardly hangs.

Kafka’s letter to his dad

Morrison makes me ‘oh so sad’

Amitav Ghosh and his brain stirring images

“Poetry undergoing new-lingo damages”

Four gulps of water and a (micro)soft jerk

Is all it takes to get me back to work!

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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Chandrama Deshmukh is a writer by profession and a poet by passion. Moonlit Monochrome is her first collection of English poems. She has authored two books of Marathi poems. A storyteller of sorts, the moon is her muse. Poetry for Chandrama is that one streak of silver lining amidst the chaos of life. Being an avid reader, photography enthusiast and a part-time playwright, she believes nothing touches her soul the way poetry does.Buy a copy of Moonlit Monochrome - Amazon.com | Amazon.in | FlipKart | Infibeam | Smashwords | Google Play | Amazon KindleWhat Is Moonlit Monochrome?I am picking up pieces of life And handing them over to you. Dipped in words. And longing. This book is a map of my soul. My moonlit monochrome.- Chandrama
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