[tabby title="Poem"] November passed by.Paddy fields opened uptheir souls for dates with the sun. The city is busy, with glowingstreet lights, showrooms, luxurycars, fashionable men and women. Songs of barren field don’t reachalleys and houses here. Laughter anddance have erected...

[tabby title="Poem"] After winter's song,Spring should singdeafen my ears to its sister.I hope it will.I hope because I am unsurethat its notes will sound in my heartand numb the numbness afflicting it.At least put a smile on this face, a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Sitting on top of the mountainAn old man besides meHe liked the snowChildlike love and admirationOn his faceHis expression reminded meOf my seventh birthdayWhen I played with the snowMy mom hadn't allowed meTo go out in the snowBut...

[tabby title="Poem"] Suddenly, I got a call,On the line, my dad and my mom.They were coming for me;I was in the hostel,Waiting for them.Not only them,But also my favorite,My lovely dog Orion.He's my favorite thing.I called them again,"Where are you?"They...

[tabby title="Poem"] Where am I?Who am I?Where am I going?Questions drifted in my mindIn the middle of the seaLosing my wayExhaustion seepingInto my bonesI thought about the placeWhere I once livedWith happiness and peaceWith my familyThen the drought struckWrenching everythingAway...