He clasys the crag with crooked hands, close to the sun in lonely lands. Ring'd with the azure world he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls. And like a thunderbolt he falls.
സാങ്കേതിക പരിശോധന - abhaykallar തീയ്യതി: 19/ 12/ 2020 >> രചനാവിഭാഗം - കവിത
