Poems aplenty

A poem a day ,keeps the apple away .Now we have a poem about a blind dancer, clawing our common space for beauty .We have one for the bypass road, when the city road is clouded with lipids.

You want to document ageing of three women over twenty years? What do you see as the difference in their faces in precisely same positions? More sorrow in the eyes, says the observer.But the sorrow is more in the observers eye.