#poem Archives - Page 6 of 7

It was the Cyclone Michaung we were told,That was going to make it to our threshold,We were hence in a

Of Bothers And Betrayals

Lest you bother, my heartI’ll let you knowThey’re worthlessIf they don’t care for you Lest you are sad, my heartI’ll

Tied up the boundary of the countriesand wall the minds Flowers blooming on the borderThey have a question,for whom to

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

If there is love rooted in the soul…You can swim in any ocean.Can fly to the infinity of any space

If I draw sight with wordsAn ocean should be born in your eyes If I planted a blood rose in

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

To be well is to know,You have to learn to love.Here is my green catchThat blue sky,In the middle of

Fires in rainforestsand snow freezes in sunny rivers All the rivers drained of moisturebecome the stumbling wordof the midnight wind

A word mistakeThere was a gunshot Blood for bloodThe cry of the knife The battle criesSea and airVibrating The continentsare