Why do you judgeBy the colour of the skin?Why do you hold a grudge,To those who are not your kin?Why is brown so ugly?It peaks in the...
By Haridya Sharma One day after heavy rain, I looked at the sky and wondered who made this beautiful and perfect painting in the sky? I...
My eyes gaze at the sky which glistens in the night it pulls me closer and embraces me wrapping me into a trance of tranquility as...
I have a friend like you all have. There is something that only me and my friend know. But we together are a world that has...