I remember a certain glass verse stuffed with colourful hibiscus ravishing and riveting “don’t touch this vase, I starved to buy it” mama would always warn. But I was just ‘five’ curious, adventurous, dexterous. One day, Mama returned from daily hustles, met the glass vase in fragments. An unintentional booboo. Spurred by ingenious curiosity. It … Continue reading Mama You Are the Enemy!
Little beggars Begging alms to live Begging people to give Just a huge token 5 Praying from the heart indeptly For the freely givers Even the empty givers. Some blessed the child Others chose to chide 10 In the sun, a little child In the shade her mother hide Also praying that her child’s … Continue reading Little Beggars
what is music to a child Malnourished and starved He’s skin was brass, he’s short was torn He’s only joy was air He stood and then fell “stood I by the corner” Sad songs his belly sang and he clapped,Stood and fell. A little girl watched him, with a smile took her last breath “Stood … Continue reading Brickbat