Poems

• GOOD MORNING MADAM

  October 8, 2007 · letteratura, Poems

  I remain in my fifth year, though, I wish my years ran past to old My mother, my love, always near I want to run and free her hold. Amidst the field, on a narrow lane, Breeze of paddy flirting the air, I am led afar, to…

• THE MORNING FIRE

  October 8, 2007 · letteratura, Poems

  Whistling its way through the silent morn, Awaken from sleep, annoyed and harsh, The wind blew hard, yet to be seen Only as heard as skeletons frayed. Stories of time, said and done Breathed in the air and out to the blo…