Swing and The Tree (Poem #14)

In an open play ground, there existed a rope tied to the branch of one of the tree. A Kid living nearby, saw the tree and rope, got a tire with her and tied to the rope. Everyday she would spend some time swinging high and leave after dawn. One day she was never seen.... Continue Reading →

The Last Journey (Poem #13)

It is dark everywhere, with my eyes open. Candle in my hand but no light to guide. As I do the walk without any talk, I hear the silence from all around. I don't feel the ground, with my numb leg. And I am too old with crumb of hope. I was in my sleep,... Continue Reading →

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