Time for Fawns

Pictures courtesy of Paul and Linda Fischetti

The birds return, from their long sojourn, while the trees of the woods, barren of leaves, begin to sprout again.

I spot a deer, no, not one but two,

That sprightly deer,

Looking for shoots, buds, and fruits.

It is time to eat,

It’s time for fawns,

Just like Spring, A time for rebirth.

Of a Rose

Rose Free Stock Photo - Public Domain Pictures

There is that beauty, then there is the thorn,

There is the luscious beauty born.

As you gaze at its adorning crown,

Beware, the hidden thorn,

It waits to prick you,

Be forewarned.


The fragrant rose is full of pride,

Its beauty famed by lovers,

Its blooms, serenade gardens,

Its shrubs, an unrivaled attraction.


Amongst all the chosen beauties,

the world has ever known,

there has never been an enchanted beauty,

Like that of a rose.


-shobana- All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2020

When Sunday Goes Past Me

Sunday free stock photos download (40 Free stock photos) for commercial  use. format: HD high resolution jpg images
When Sunday Goes Past Me

Have you ever been empowered by the quiet of a Sunday?

It fills you with a touch of gentleness, a sort of exquisiteness,

You feel its presence without any pretense embrace your soul.


I awake to dawn to see the transparent sky light up the morn,

There resides a solitude hidden between those brightening clouds,

As they envelope my part of the world,

In a show of clandestine colors tinged with the color of the Sun.


I choose not to rise, for the day brings nothing but Joy to my tired mind.

I watch the morning break into day, and then noon, then comes evening, trailing the dusk filled hours before nightfall.

When Monday comes, my reverie dissolves,

When Sunday goes past me, renewed I enter another dimension,

Where I face a world, that ticks laboriously with time.


All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2020

A free read on Inkitt. FALLING IN LOVE WITH A NORTH INDIAN . Please vote for my story by pressing the like button.

A Malayali girl goes to Trivandrum where she meets a North Indian who fascinates her. Press the like button to vote for this short story .

I could never imagine myself married to an Indian. I have always known them to have a different outlook to life, a different expectation from women or wives, and quite honestly, I wasn’t sure if I would make them a good wife. I am not only independent, I am first and foremost a career minded person above everything else. And, I wasn’t sure if I could handle two incredibly important roles at the same time!

(A humorous, beautiful story, this short story is well worth the read)

%d bloggers like this: