Again and again
Flitting from a lily to a hyacinth, The merry bees sing, Their ballad reaching its crescendo, On a ukulele’s fragile string. The wind smiling broadly,…
Author: Krishna Vashisht
Warrior
Meticulous sunlight cascading over your face, The subtle stillness of the day. A sudden motion wakes you up. Like a bird rising with the yawning…