Accolades

As the gray curtains parted on the gloomy stage Tears dropped down from an unseen cage. The melancholic patter stopped the birds happy flight, But the verdant greens stood upright. I rushed out to get the first smell of petrichor,

An unending spectrum of diversity Which never ceases to surprise us Whose marvellous aura mesmerizes us Anytime or corner we travel to see her.   A loving heart beats in her vast chest, Which gives life even to her inconspicuous

Beyond the hills, beneath the bridge, Can you see the winding village road? Criss-crossing through vast fields of grains Running a race with happily gurgling rivulets Where men and beasts act in a symphony, And proceed towards diverse goals in

April was a poetry writing month. How can I forget it? Without knowing what it takes, I jumped headlong into #NaPoWriMo for Penmancy and before I knew it the month drew to a close… Guess what! I had written the