I saw this dream of a picture, That traced the colors, blue. Cossetted by rocks, boulders, and stones, Of springs of rushing waters, A touch of sensation, A vibrant display of hues. ‘ At its height of beauty,… Read More
On days when the mornings are quiet,When the birds rest in their nests,When roads are deserted,When silence disowns noise,When you stand apart from others like you,You will be the sole heir to the little mercies of life… shobana
Well it is another month into 2020, and the fire of its rebuke never ceases. Here’s a poem of hope for you.