Every nun wears a ring

Brides of god 

an astonishing act,

as if deception of hell

came true with bush marks

and artists cheering


Rain is wetting windows,

but what about trees

witnssing the bride of god

deprive little boys of sin.


For each nun,god and boy,

strings of colour

and separate balconies

link all relaties as 

another astonishing act.

but the sunset is yours,

the garden of guavas mine,

and god can have the rest.


                        BY:Rena Boodram


Shivangi Rena Boodram

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