[tabby title="Poet Bio"] That childhood friend of mineWith whom I built sandcastlesOnce told me: "friendship is the heartbeat of life.It can make or mar you"Being a child, I considered it a child’s play.Our elders say twenty children cannot flock together...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] They were once hereThey lived happily hereBut now, their land is deserted and desolateLike a desert where grass never grows Here they are camped nowIn a house after the similitudeThe similitude of a caveThough ‘’shielded’’ with woodSome...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] She cried many a timeHer head buried in deep sorrow and heart cumbered with worriesWondering why the delay for the fruit of the womb, the joy of marriageIs she your mother? ‘’Hope the prayer is answered,’’ soliloquizing‘’It...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] They are God’s heritage. Yes, they are: precious jewels from the creatorThey are divine heritage bequeathed to our privileged hands for nurturing (upbringing)In a moment of pleasure, at the apex of conjugal splendor they are formedOh! What...