Fences are Meant to be Crossed
Yellow red leaves falling from almost naked trees,The tall stems look black, rough, and witheredDry, brown, sharp blades of wild grass, till knees There’s a broken fence, of no use, rusting Birds can no more hide into leavesan ode from the skylark is a music of hope echoing softly through the fieldsmy heart listens to […]
A Wheel Of Hope
Silence is almost over, no more dark empty streets Hope is what I visualise and see everywhere, Did the disease abet the death and disappeared ? Thank you O God for this bright colourful sight People in detention felt free, forgetting the plight Children can play, roam around day and night Glittering lamps on roadsides, […]