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Poem

To This Year

It is a promise, less than a truth; It is a year, less than a moment. Abruptly goes away, takes… Read More

Why Oh Mother!

I was but a bud In your womb Oh Mother Yet to spread my wings The queen of your heart… Read More

Fatal to Undreamt Reality

When you know it’s the feel that you can’t fight. Possessions of yours are never right. You express your appreciation… Read More