[tabby title="Poem"] No vendor is shouting. No customer is standing. But the market is full. Rupees are being exchanged. There is real bargaining. Customers aren't taking anything from the market. But merchants are making money. Lives are being sold. But...

[tabby title="Poem"] The forest sighs in hues of gold,A tapestry of fire unfolds.Each trembling leaf, a whispered note,Descends in silent, graceful float.The earth is dressed in amber light,A fleeting blaze before the night.The air is sharp with cinnamon,As dusk descends,...

[tabby title="Poem"] The heavens breathe in silver beams,A sea of stars in whispered dreams.They wake in silence, soft and slow,To dance where only night winds go.Their voices hum in ancient tongue,Of battles fought and ballads sung.Each flicker holds a secret...