#poem Archives - Page 8 of 8

Blooming Hues

Amidst the quiet, an artist blooms, A mother’s heart, now brushes consume. With vibrant hues on canvas, I play A

The relationship is lost in this crowded city, but love lives on in the tip of my pen… The memory

One day I will leave this world The boundless illusion of the world will be dusted off. A well knitted family

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