Under my Bed

Gigantic caterpillars An ear wearing earrings that are red Hideous sticky spiders That’s what is under my bed Smelly crocodiles That could bite your head Malodorous hairy mud That’s what… Read more »

The Race

The sun has gone away. The moon takes her place. Leaving shadows to play. It’s a never-ending race.

Dehradun

While I walk down the valley of Dun, Comes out the bright white moon. Soft chirping of the crickets, And cycle going zoom. Cool breeze going through my hair I… Read more »