My Story -NowAbout twenty years ago, I dreamt of becoming a teacher one day. I used to wear my grandma’s sarees and roam about the garden, teaching all…Dec 20, 2023Dec 20, 2023
Walking StickWhen we walk With a stick And our hair is grey, Let’s sit on the porch And take a trip Down the memory lane…Feb 19, 2021Feb 19, 2021
TortureYour words Are sharper Than spiny thorn shrubs, Your face Is gloomier Than a dark rainy cloud, Your eyes Are fierier Than a coal burning…Feb 18, 2021Feb 18, 2021
My LifeMy soul is the beacon And the sole hope For my lost consciousness And the stranded heart...Feb 17, 2021Feb 17, 2021
