broken lines (collection 84)

love grows like roses,
once in a cold season.
rare but beautiful. Continue reading


broken lines (collection 78)

Thy cannot guess how depth the day will be,
Overpouring of rain at late day, scorching heat at early morning!
Children running wet, workers soaked beneath..
Workers coming in their workplaces drenched by heat,
Students, going to school, ill prepared for the wrath of sun.
All of us, thy puzzled with this rainy weather. Continue reading