I AM A REFUGEE | Poem
I AM A REFUGEE Is it a crime or have I deceived myself? It was not my intention to become refugee but the circumstance constrained me. In my own land during the operation โฆ
I AM A REFUGEE Is it a crime or have I deceived myself? It was not my intention to become refugee but the circumstance constrained me. In my own land during the operation โฆ
Ineffable Some opt start feelings are ineffableOf fear of not getting and thought of eligibleLifeโs most meaningful experience can leave our tongue tiedThough we bewilder to understand what is wrong and right We โฆ
THE STORY OF THE LAUNDRY BOY our home is alive,in the heart of a rainforest,we can hear the song of the rain,under our roofs of Palm leaves,I am boy of lush rainforest. A โฆ
Dreamy mind An experience is an art of toleranceHence educate ye ignorance, opaqueness mind in dangerReason and logic collapse all incompetenceSans hazard our dreamy mind and soul are as passenger Of only one โฆ
LONG CONQUEROR on the palms of my hands,a little bird with broken wing,its tiny eyes looking at me,crying voiceless to its conqueror. I am a little maiden,made by old oak wood,brownish skin,with big โฆ
Dreamy mind An experience is an art of toleranceHence educate ye ignorance, opaqueness mind in dangerReason and logic collapse all incompetenceSans hazard our dreamy mind and soul are as passenger Of only one โฆ
Music Of Life Rain poured down all over me ,Soothing my angry soul.Pittar Patter sound that touched my ears,Gushed out from the eyes, in form of tears. Pittar patter caught the rythm of โฆ
My literary journey of writing poems was started in 1983 when I was 10. It was when my father died because of heart attack.I wrote about losing my father as my first poem โฆ