Poems by
Rangarajan G

White Wash

a poem by Rangarajan G

When I prick a white sheet
With my ball point,
I feel creative and

And when I prick under a white sheet
With a ball point,
My conscience pricks and I am

There’s a rhythm in both!
A Rhyme in one
And a crime in the other!
The author or the other…
Do they matter?