Poetry

They turn to right Get ready for the fight Launching of the claim Spread their vainglory How much do they earn Can you remember their…

Give my road… Instead of all illusions; I got fooled, yes! I was fooled, The flame ignite through my bones, Always get covered by my…

Golden rays tinkle my face, as I take my usual walk, Around the fragrant garden, in the morning hours. The bees ,butterflies and birds hover…

The rhythm of life listening to the broken souls with eyes glittering to see a ray of hope. Poverty is an uncommitted crime A fragile…