Posted on May 14, 2015October 12, 2020 by Vinayak RazdanUntitled Post From my throne high up on Parbatevery morningDown belowI see him make his way to the temple, the mosque, the shop, the job…Every morningI hurl down a pebble at his headEvery morningmy head hurts -0- Share this:TweetWhatsAppEmailMorePrintTelegram Related