Why the heart of glass, That ruptured once, can’t be made flash. Why the body of mud, That washed once, can’t be fabricated as it was. The query in me… Read more »

Life is white, We don’t know what is right, Think about life before we write. Life is like a hole, Quest for the goal. Life is like a roaming boat,… Read more »

God created two “good” and “bad”, In the present circumstance “good” has no food, And “bad” gets more than he could. “Good” always gets into trouble, While “bad” is saved… Read more »

Grandmother is the head, Because grandfather is at bed, This permits us to be naughty and brave. Fathers and mothers love, Makes us such that we forget the clock, For… Read more »

All and sundry has two foot place, On which each stands in the midst of immense solace. The place under the foot is safe and sound, In newer days, it… Read more »

Day after day the spark of trust cultivates in me, I en route for the sea. With the expectation that I would get more, But nothing could be gained near… Read more »

Life a bundle of rough papers, Tied in one tag which has a crystal-clear start And a crystal-clear over. Each human, a single rough paper, Who is dragged from the… Read more »

To live is to die, To live more is to die more, Take me up before I live more, I don’t want to fight with the shore. Days are hard… Read more »