a young poet of 16 in love with poems
Mist and fog have become rare, Smoke has engulfed the air, Mist and fog have become rare, Smoke has engulfed the air,
And in solace, my heart gleefully flies... And in solace, my heart gleefully flies...
And disrespect for her, in some eyes deepened... And disrespect for her, in some eyes deepened...
A beautiful paradise is what we just demand..... A beautiful paradise is what we just demand.....
The old man smiled to himself He played, played and was still playing The old man smiled to himself He played, played and was still playing
Cherish, all my writers and poet friends, We all have an artist within... Cherish, all my writers and poet friends, We all have an artist within...
Leave your ego now, and spare people From the inhuman bloodshed, you indulge in. Leave your ego now, and spare people From the inhuman bloodshed, you indulge ...
Why are we living in a virtual world? Leaving alone our reality unfurled.... Why are we living in a virtual world? Leaving alone our reality unfurled....
If you can make a poem with just two words of happiness If you can make a poem with just two words of happiness
Life, a beautiful cloth woven by the two threads of happiness and sorrow... Life, a beautiful cloth woven by the two threads of happiness and sorrow...