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