POEM Sitting in the garden on a warm winter afternoon, Under the vast, clear, azure sky, In the shade of…
Memories written on the reams of time,fresh as dewdrops, hazy like the mist,come rushing, carrying the warmth of past moments.Memories sing songs of…
You ask –“What is love?Is love colourless,black or white?Is it somethingthat one can see,Or touch or hear?Tell me,Is it something…