it comes creeping towards your barefeet, you jump back on bed to feel a little heat. it then holds your hands very gently, and you…
Category: Poetry
you are never defeated, till you refuse to fight again, your sun is never set, till you refuse to rise again. your creation is never…
a teacher can be anyone, a person, a moral or the Sun. a teacher is not only with books and chalk, he’s the one who…
it wasn’t the fault of one, it was of both. what the war gave was a blood stained cloth. it was a game for the…
it starts gossiping as soon as it’s morning, it has stories from near places or countries neighbouring. it will criticize people if they are wrong,…