[tabby title="Poet Bio"] the painful burnsinnumerable like the starson a closer look.most I ignore with a burn.am I sufficient? Tell me?because I helplessly burn too(the heartbeats are a little eerie)can I stop this?it has the inertia of a moving mountainit...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mother India! O My Mother India!Wake me up! Save me from this darkness.I’ve fallen but I feel that you can deliver me -My dreams! My destiny! My freedom!My happiness! My goal in life! My death! Mother India!...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] April arrives and my spirit suddenly feels so thirsty;I begin to drink poetry: word by word and sound by sound.With each sip here and now the thirst but grows endlessly! The romantic nights and shining days to...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Like the firefly,Glowing in the dark dens,Dreams die to death and (come to) lifeAgain. Rain! Rain! Rain!Drenched desert dunes,Silent in a windy night,Listens to the wet mountain tunes!The moon scorches as the noon,Cold and dry, yet wet...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The black widow weaves silk webIrregular messy hexagons step by step,With red hourglass etched on her abdomenShe sleeps upside down, a warning acumen.She waits, senses the insects caught,Not with her eight eyes but movement distraught.On the Joshua...