Passion

Suddenly a severe gusty wind Arising from the ocean Devastating township-village and thatched houses Of the farmers into loneliness Are you like that hurricane, Or a fast-moving train whistling round? Shaking vehemently the bridge You bullet away to an obscure… Continue reading

You’ll cry

Dear ones, friends, ladies are wiped out like slate writings. I’m still alive with great honour I claim my share with my presence I don’t want to wait until eternity I’ll make you cry with snowy caress.