Rema Pisharody, Author at The WFY

RAY OF HOPE

A tiny droplet of miston a green leafHope and despair of a dreamThe lost alphabets of childhoodWanderers of the sky,Clouds

Words are magiciansWith so full of life and laughterIn a way they amass treasure minesOf strident idioms to entrap viewers..In

Look at the hill view,And those serene lakesAnd the cloud walksHe, the guide of the hillpaints a canvas in frontIt

At one point or the other We fight a million wars With ourselves And with the outer world For gains

Rain is a soft silken dream Of our celestial solitude A melody of hillocks and east wind, Of sorrows and

By Rema Pisharody Mirror in a wall reflects a portrait, Of us in a medium, Which artfully covers The endless

Heart and mind entwined In tune on a peace pact Summer heralded on sun beams A bay conceals its frantic

Children cry aloud When born to a new world From the comforts Of a shore that is serene A wall

Surviving a storm is easy, Storms forge not a filler of conceits It is natural, it’s roar artless, Yet like

There hides one earth in our heart A garden of blossoming flowers A Season of spring and a summer Of